Point Blank: It’s a Girl

You think betting is easy? It’s not.

It’s the game that will gut you while you pretend you’re still in control.

And then come back for your soul.

I still remember the day.

Mother was well and child was healthy.

I went across the road to get something to eat.

There was a Paddy Power next door.

I went in to pretend I was still relevant.

I wasn’t.

I was crying before the food came out.

How in the name of God was I going to provide for this beautiful little girl?

The answers didn’t come instantly.

They came with time.

With the amazing time spent with her.

Money doesn’t buy you that.

There is no price you can pay.

I adjusted and I focused on her.

But at the back of my mind, I wasn’t done with punting.

I was good.

Very fucking good.

And I had an itch.

I channeled it into 100 tweets on what I truly thought of betting—

no shortcuts, no illusions.

Raw. Tested.

It’s stood the test of time.

Next week, I’m revisiting it:

what holds up, what’s changed, and why it matters now.

I’ll never pretend it didn’t cost something.

Join me.