Hi, my name is Harry Kaczka

I try not to take myself too seriously while I'm busy pumping out wild and crazy ideas with no real endgame in mind (yet). Iteration is fine and I have nothing against it but I physically cannot come up with ANY ideas that are simply iterations, hence the wild and crazy only-ness to my thoughts. Innovation is just easier for a hopeless tech-romantic such as myself. It's all gonna be blocks on blocks on blocks baby ; )

I'm a Professional Poker Player and coach. ooking for a new challenge. Let's go!

Here's my story...

Let's just skip to the part where I barely make $1,000,000 seven days before my 19th birthday before losing half of it back in those seven days and a whole 1/4 of it ON my birthday. Going broke is a strength in the game of poker and I've gone broke more times than anyone else alive - and by that I mean 6 figures+ to broke over 50 times. To people outside of poker this may seem relatively insane and yeah, maybe it's a bit peculiar, but in order to really MASTER this game you gotta be all heart and not afraid for it to hurt. And holy shit does it hurt. When I was 19 I was banned for life from Pokerstars because of a violation of the Terms of Service I committed which at the time was just making a switch from grey area-but still ok to not-ok-definitely-not. Say hello to your changing of the tides poster boy! So I had to play basically in secret for a really long time or on random sites or play live, slow, boring-ass monotonous poker (more on live poker later though). I thought this was as bad as it got but then it turned out that the 2nd biggest online poker site, Full Tilt Poker, was really just a very large and pretty poorly orchestrated ponzi scheme when you really take a look at the details. But I've talked enough details to fill a lifetime or two of unfortunate events. I was a millionaire on paper while the government held the funds in escrow and I lived at my parents house for THREE YEARS before they released the money in 2014. I was 23 turning 24 and had lived with my parents through my "prime" 20's years. I love my parents and they're so supportive and amazing in the way that they didn't even flinch at my needing assistance there, but what 21 year old who accomplishes mastery of their craft to the tune of seven-figures wants to celebrate by spending the next three years living in the same place they grew up their whole life around the same old places and people? I had and still have many friends back home but I dropped out of highschool when I was 18 with two weeks left in the semester because there's just no way for an 18 year old to give two shits about graduating highschool with a millionaire's bankroll and the confidence of a billionaire...not the best attitude to take on the world with. I did though, take on the world that is. And I did ok at it - if you count being owed over $1.2 million from "friends" and losing another $1.5 million in throwing $10,000 money darts at the dartboard with a blind fold on every month or so to the turn of 5x-10x so $50k-$100k. It's funny thinking back to this stuff because right now I'm in a pretty interesting financial situation, if you consider having a wardrobe that is 10x the value of your liquid net worth interesting. I find it disgusting I really do but, impermanence and non-attachment have to reign over my feelings towards that in this instance. There are a million and a half ways to cause yourself pain by drudging up past and piss poor decisions, so I simply choose not to (on the days I have full control). Some days are harder than others. Other days, you get really unlucky when somebody steals your backpack only to find out that they actually stole $20,000 worth of clothes whether they knew it or not. And YOURS TRULY knows how to cover his ass with insurance. This can also serve as a formal "on the record" statement for that having actually happened although the police report will follow. Those are some bits and pieces of my past. Here's a link to some of my exploits back in the good ol' days of treating $100's like pennies http://bit.ly/1RcGKGg. There is no drug like poker to keep you up for 36 hours straight. There's also no drug like speed to do the same... An unfortunate side effect of living a high-flying wannabe-rock-and-roll lifestyle for me was being diagnosed with lupus when I was 19 years old about to turn 20 traveling in Amsterdam with my good buddy Jon. While I was in the hospital about 35,000 euros were stolen from my hotel room as well. I spent a month there. My mom even flew out to hang with me and the rest of the crew in my wing which happened to be hospice care so as you can probably guess I've heard my fair share of involuntary bowel movements and the methane smell-surprise that follows. For those that aren't up on their somewhat-rare autoimmune diseases, that is what lupus is. However, for a 19 year old white male the odds of me developing lupus were similar to a few dozen lottery wins in a row. It just doesn't happen. When my doctor called me to tell me what my diagnoses was after months of not knowing I was pretty confused verging on devastate then leaning back towards "do I care" mode. She told me this is not something I could have given myself through lifestyle choices such as drugs or consecutive nights with no sleep (84 hour session once at the Rio in Las Vegas). This was very reassuring to hear although I still felt like my life had completely changed in some direction that I would eventually and very slowly find out to where. About two years into my diagnoses I was going strong with my new and AMPLIFIED "fuck it" take on life and living. Then came the truth bomb: epigenetics. The existence of this concept proved my suspicions all along and I was indeed the cause of my disease. My lifestyle and behaviors flipped on the crappy genes which started the Lupus autoimmune machine of...what exactly? We know so much about all the other autoimmune diseases and many have much worse, chronic symptoms. I fear it unfortunately has too ambiguous a list of symptoms and treatments that major drug funding will not likely be devoted to this illness. And I couldn't be happier about that. I'll save my beef with big pharma for another day, but some rants to them and Monsanto as well as US Sugar on twitter can be found at twitter.com/chipsandgiggles which was my real-person twitter before I decided to just come out and be pokrparty, on the official, and essentially give up rights forever at any sort of appeal to my Pokerstars account. They can keep it. Soon, the once-great online poker mega-site will only be worth whatever Betfair or 888Holdings will pay for them. They'd be lucky to get over a billion and if the did manage to even get $2 billion, they can officially claim the largest downswing in poker history ($2.9 billion). These days I really enjoy meeting people. I spent so long in isolation mastering a zero sum, uber competitive game that maybe it's just an over-compensation mechanism. OR, I could just be a normal 25 year old in a city full of super interesting people and want to get out there, out of the bubble that is our precious poker world, and find my place out there. I believe I can contribute so much to my community and hopefully one day to the world. I just have to beat back that bitch Lupus, re-acquire some standard life skills that all college grads would leave school with and I never learned, and be fearless - just like at the tables. I'll be doing free poker coaching and a super regular live feed of my journey, now in LIVE poker (my old nemesis and new best friend) during this World Series of Poker in Vegas starting June 1st. The channel will probably be youtube.com/pokrparty but if not I'm sure I'll be posting links on my pokrparty twitter account. I am highly motivated to make as little money as possible from any of this. Whether it be coaching groups, private coaching (usually in the high $100's of dollars), free roll %'s of my action, you name it - and I'll give it away. I believe everyone in the world deserves to benefit from what a poker education imparts on your psyche, your mental model of the world and any problem solving that comes your way. The day will come when a very wise president of the United States appoints poker players for every one of his cabinet positions. We already know that @NateSilver538 will be handling big data since he's been predicting almost everything since leaving poker a few years back and crushing it. He's only one of the MANY rising stars we will start to see emerge out of the dying poker economy in search of greener pastures. But personally, as much as I'd love to make major change in the world and believe I can do it, at this point in my life with all the negative people-experiences I've had...I'll settle for a few close friends I can trust and some passion projects we can work on together. FinTech looks fun... : ) See ya'll on the other side, Harry 'pokrparty' Kaczka

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Poker Grind

Far from average, above status-quo. I'm. So. Pro.
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Autoimmunity Cure

No one should have to deal with their own body attacking itself - attacking its own organs and cells. That shit is not ok and I am on a lifelong mission to find the solution.

Call to all poker players: COME GRIND WITH ME.

GlobalPoker.com guys come on already! Once ya'll figure out my screen name on there I'll do any version of those weird bets. Anyone want to bet me I can't beat ChicagoJoey's record for # of hands in 24hours? Shoot me some odds my email's at the bottom of the page at "Get in Touch" -- seriously though, hit me up with a question about any of this shit I love chatting with curious minds more than almost anything. Say hi!!!

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