Lee Davy turns his confessions series into a World Series of Poker diary. In installment one he describes how shit it feels when you get knocked out of a WSOP event.

I feel shit.

I look down at my watch. It says, ‘Now.’ I don’t want to be in the now. Now feels like Ebola. People are looking at me with puppy dog eyes. I have enough food for 15-levels. I feel homeless. I have nowhere to go, and I don’t know what to do with all of this food.

The journey to the World Series of Poker (WSOP) started on Monday. I took a flight to Los Angeles with my wife. We would spend one night with her family, and then drive a hire car to Vegas – our home for the next six weeks.