nova_____

I pawned my cat for lottery tickets today. Yeah, I know. The chances are like one in a million, but WHAT IF??? You never know...Everybody has a vice. Admit it. I knew a guy one time that was totally addicted to foosball. He would stay up all night to play. Sometimes he'd go to Travis' house, but when he wouldn't leave after a week sraight, Travis' parents kicked him out. Then he was forced to go to the arcade, but the foosball table took money. He sold everything he owned for that game.His forearms looked like the gnarled twisted roots of some ancient tree from countless hours of foosball playing. Then one day, he disappeared. No one heard from him for weeks. Then they found him in an abandoned foosball manufactring warehouse. His body was all collapsed on the floor, except for his arms, which were still gripping the handles of the table. He was obviously dead, his body already in rigor mortis. They say that his heart stopped because his body was trying to pump more blood into his arms than his heart, and then an artery collapsed. His addiction finally won. Think about THAT before you start smoking! Love,Nova