I take my cigarette and smother its burning in the ashtray, just like I wish to end the fervor of Diablo 2 Java Script Parser White Knights. I uncrossed my legs slowly and planted them both onto the delicate mahogany floor. A thought trickles down the river of my mind known as my "thought process." But it is quickly lost, for I have no thought process, this is due to smoking too much crystal weed and reading too many ChrisKz White Knight threads. Forgetting what I was about to do, I reach for my jacket pocket and pull out my smokes. I take a cigarette from the carton. Ah, yes.. This is familiar to me. I have one cigarette left. I light it and take a smooth puff of it as I open a new thread and read a ChrisKz post. My daily dose of lung and brain cancer incorporated in the same session like the intertwining hands of a couple dancing with jazz music played in the background. It is good.