You stand in front of a tunnel, it is damp and dark, but strangely inviting. You can hear the distant rambling of a crazy man talking to himself, but his voice is friendly despite a constant referral to his precious. There's a dim light at the far end, but it's of a color that you're sure is coming from a warmer, brighter place. Regardless, the damp hole has to be better than turning around and letting Jimmy break your kneecaps for what you owe him after you bet on the Oakland Raiders. Even the guys in the black hole didn't think it was worthwhile bet. And, seriously, look at them...
What the hell were you thinking?
Posts