The Padded Wall Winner

They say life is a game. And by god, I fucking play to win. These sobbing little fools everyday walking up and down the streets with their cards facing out for everyone to see, how do they expect to win if everyone knows what they have. It's called bluffing. You ever wonder why poker players try and keep a straight face? It's cause the slightest inclination of happiness draws in the sharks. They prey on the weak. They wait for you to show weakness and that's when they strike. That's when I strike. That how you get ahead. If you want to learn how to win, or at least not lose, you'll listen to me. It's the reason I have a family. You know, wife two kids, house in the burbs, white picket fence, golden retriever. That's not what I won, that's how I win. People see that and they automatically assume I'm a good person. They think, "hell he's got a beautiful wife and kids, he must be a good man". And that's what I want them to think. If my neighbor, the stock broker, knew I was fucking his wife every time he goes golfing, well then I wouldn't be able to get ahead on my investments. And if my wife knew I was fucking the neighbors wife, along with any slag I wanted, well then I wouldn't be able to keep up my image. And image is what it's all about. It's why you always have to stay sharp. Don't allow people to see weakness, and bring out the weakness in others. Take my brother for instance. Nice enough guy. Tries to do the right thing when he can. Adores his wife, more than a normal man should love any cunt. So what do I do? Well I'll tell you, but just between you and me, can't have any of these other bastards knowing the tricks of the trade. I make sure that cunt takes up all his time. And how do I do that? I know you're wondering. It's easy. You see, my brother loves his ball and chain so much, he won't look at pictures of other women. But he does have pictures of her to look at. So we'll have a nice outing, at his place of course, that slob is not stepping foot in my house. And I'll sneak off up to his room and take one of his pictures. Then, after I have myself a good little wank onto his pillow, I take the picture home. About a week later, that slag just might get a little peak of herself in the mail, along with a less than flattering note, and poof she thinks she has a stalker and my brother can't leave the house cause the slag is too scared to be alone. My magic is done. Now true, there's not much financial benefit to it, but it sure does bring a smile to my face when I see the poor bastard sulking in his car after work. I even set up a little hidden camera pointing at his driveway so I can watch whenever I want. Poor police though, they've been at the case for months and keep coming up with nothing. I keep telling them that she's one of them attention seekers, probably doing it to herself. But do they believe me? Course not. 

Anyway that's a quick rundown of the game my friend. It's all about creating opportunities for yourself. Don't ever get lazy. Laziness breeds in-opportunity  And in-oppertunity allows for someone else to get ahead. And there is only one king of the castle. And believe me friend. Once I get out of these padded walls, I will be the king again. I've already got these so-called-doctors thinking this so called "sociopathic" behavior could be traced back to my mother. These crocs always want to take it back to the mother. So give them what they want right? Once they see that I'm "making progress" they'll let me out sure enough. It's a long game, and by god, I'm gonna win.