My Encounter With A Stolen Monkey.
Well, a friend of mine...a friend who steals things, shows up at my door tonight, and asks me if I would like to buy a monkey for $3000. Owning a real live monkey, is the true dream of any boy, no matter the age. Deep down inside, we all have a need for monkeys, you just don't realize it until you think about the possiblilities a monkey can offer. So, I sit down with my dear friend from the black market, and start to converse with him about making the purchase. Me, being a middle class, 17 year old without a job, didn't have $3000 dollars to hand to a stolen monkey dealer, nor did I have anything close to it. I bartered him down to $1500, but, I was $500 short. I asked my girlfriend (Tiffy), who was playing Maple Story for me at the time, to ask my fellow onrpg members if they would Western Union me $500 for a monkey. This, was obviously a LAST RESORT, because, I knew it was hopeless. So, here I sit, (eventually) calmed down by my girlfriend, monkeyless. I see now, the joys a monkey could bring would only be snatched away, by either the police, animal control, or a knife fight with another monkey. Maybe some day, I will have a monkey from the black market, but today was not that day.
Originally Posted by Dayuum
