Alas fellow addicts the darkness has spread from the base of the brain stem to the cranial cortex and the eyes continue to search for the most advantagos approach to the next treacherous hairpin turn even as I fight the sandman who dares to interupt my hellbent determination to destroy the car that bumped me at the last corner. How inhuman to be forced to pause the game
(er---OBSESSION) to go to work(fighting the overwhelming urge to drift every turn) in order to support the habit. Yes, I too am torn between buying food and toiletries (and medication that I so badly need) or the next badass NVIDIA graphics card that may allow me to see the fear in the eyes of the other drivers on the track as my car grows ever larger in their rearveiw mirror.
Fenders gone, a spiderweb of cracks on the windsheild,drivers door missing (a sure sign of A lunatic driver who long ago forgot that A brake pedal resides in close proximity to the accellerator) and A rainbow of colors on whats left of the car's body that started the race with only two. I read somewhere that peanut butter contains all the nutrients nesessary to sustain life support and that newspaper and old magazine pages rubbed vigorously between the palms(allthough A bit rough on hemmaroids caused by long hours of sitting in an overused chair) will suffice as A substitute for charmin and asprin, taken in massive doses may mimic the affects of
ZANEX. If anyone else has similar cost saving remedies please feel free to share. I must go race now---Gridjunkie
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