Addictions

A friend of mine calls it "Crackbook," and he's right. As much as I hate to admit it, Facebook is addictive.

Try it. Seriously. The next 72 hours of your life will be sucked away as you try to find old classmates and add all the frivolous, yet annoyingly features and applications to your profile.

And you WILL do all of that.

The classmate search thing is interesting, but it brings out your inner cattiness. That hot girl from college that would stop you in your tracks as she walked across campus? Yeah, likely not so much now. She's gotten rather large now.

Just like you, porky. People in glass houses...

And then there's the application called Mob Wars. I'm hooked.

You start out as a petty thief and work your way up to Marlon Brando.

(Again with the fat jokes, you say? Hey, pal, settle down. This is my blog.)

You pull jobs, earn cash, buy guns, get into fights, get experience, get points, pull bigger jobs, earn more cash, buy more and bigger guns, etc., etc., and so on.

It's effin' insane.

There's no graphics, no blood spurting all over the screen. Just words and numbers.

No matter. It's still cool as hell.

Try it. Come on. Take a hit off the pipe. Join Crackbook. You know you want to.

All your friends are doing it...