$1,000

"Hmm, looks like you've got me beat. Here's $1,000. What's wrong? What's with that look on your face? Aren't you happy you won? I guess I felt the same way when I earned it too. There was something in the mirror, a crack that stood out like the crooked grin on my poker face. Every dollar another story of a tragedy, of pain and time passed by someone else's hourglass. Their sand ticking away by the lies they told to cover more lies, and I the victim with my hand out to receive the cash. I would tell myself if only I could win and get my hands on that. Now that's what I call a fat cat. Laughing, laughing, laughing hysterically like a clown without any face paint. Laugh some more. Oh right, poker face. What was that? Your $1,000? Spend it wisely! Come on, spend it, spend it! What are you waiting for? Too afraid to see what I've got? Anymore tragedies you'd like to hear from this tired old man?"