Know when to fold-em...

No, I am not talking about your freshly washed clothes, nor am I talking about a bad poker hand. There comes a time, when things just begin to consume you. I suppose it could be cards, but in my case, it was my own mind that consumed me. I am not going to attempt to explain that, not to someone without A.D.D. however, it is a real situation.

I think, if I had a choice, I would rather have lost my mind. Folding hurts, but the end result it worth the pain endured. Pain, the only pain I feel at the moment is my damn tooth! Two weeks ago it was lightning shock and burns. Why? Why does everything come in threes? Ok, everything except eggs, hotdogs, and hotdog-buns. Which come in 12 or 13 for eggs, and 8 or 10 for hotdogs, while buns come in packs of 6 or 12.

Folding, you have to visualize what it takes to find that balance in your mind. You need to buy one pack of 8 hotdogs, drop one immediately on the ground, and let the dog eat it. Throw one directly on the grill, since that one will burn until you get the temperature right. Then you have 6 hotdogs to match the 6 hotdog-buns.

Damn, the dog ate one of the buns too...

(Lets use the extra hotdog for some childishly lewd joke, zipppp!)



That is when you fold-em!

(Your thoughts, not your pants.)