From the Steem Monsters trading card game

Almost as soon as I joined the #Steemit platform, I was stricken with the Steem Monsters euphoria. It happened by accident, like the first time I danced with Mary Jane. I went out on the dance floor to shuffle my feet around and pretend I was in the groove, and the next thing I know, this tall leggy green-haired gal in a toga sauntered up next to me, took me by the hand, and bumped and grinded me all the way to the courthouse. Boy, was that ever a high!

So I've been writing stories for the Steem Monsters backstory contests right from the beginning. However, this story was not written by me. Rather, it is the sheer brilliance of @road2nowhere, and you can read it in all it's glory here.

I'm only reading this story because I wanted to do something fun, and running naked down the street singing "When the Saints Go Marching In" at the top of my lungs is illegal in the state of Pennsylvania. Therefore, I put two and three together and decided to audition for the Steem Monsters voice actor contest. Trust me, I'm no James Earl Jones, of that I'm quite aware.

But it was fun nonetheless, and I stand as good a chance to win as any other kook (but probably not as good a chance to win as actual voice actors). Small consolation. I do have some experience with this sort of thing, if I admit it to myself anywhere other than the shower stall. I've been reading poetry aloud--to audiences--for almost 30 years. In bars, coffee shops, churches, playgrounds, birdhouses, anywhere anyone will let me. So why not on a blockchain?

Anyways, question for the philosophers (hear that, Heraclitus?).

With that then, I'll leave this for posterity to get a good laugh at. I know, I know, you're not laughing with me but at me. As long as you chuckle. Chump.

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