The House of Chance

Horror media adaptation concerning fortune-quest for pure survival and escape from the grip of darkness for wrought Earthling/American photo-synthesis.

Leatherface adaptation. Thanks for reading, 

DISCLAIMER: This work of fiction contains images/references with no commercial/explicit ties to any representative person(s)/body (e.g., Detroit Lions) and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social art (for 'open' translations).

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Let me tell you my story. There I was, sitting at my family table for Thanksgiving, if you can call it a family. Well, I was surrounded by the members of our scrappy group for what was conceivably a turkey-dinner with potatoes, but one of our members, Leatherface (a cannibal psycho with a chainsaw), as usual, made our gatherings anything but sane, deciding to dress in a suit and donning an eerie mask and reminding us (all!) why the holidays was anything but normal. Of course, we kept to ourselves, our bizarre unit of miscreants. I'd been a local thief, robbing banks in the US-state and making cyber-posts about Bonnie and Clyde and the magician Houdini and Great Depression era worry relevant for our 21st-Century Selfie-age of lifestyle linked fortune-superstitions for comment/activity (Facebook-like).

Of course, this was some Thanksgiving for me, and I made a decision immediately that I needed to get-away (somehow). One more holiday-table gathering with that Leatherface would send my mind straight to Hell and have me thinking of incomplete-distances readings to the leviathan/uncertainty of Earthling intelligence for wits (damn). I decided right-away that I'd find some culture-treasure to make cyber-stories about, somewhere in some US-state far from this non-family, while working a normal part-time job, maybe as a movie-theater usher or something.

I found that ideal culture-treasure, friends. It was a Thanksgiving-TV football culture reflection trophy football QB-rookie card (Detroit-city) with Super Bowl laurels premonition. Detroit had become an iconic Thanksgiving football town for TV fanfare; and this QB-card would be complement for my stories about how fortune and custom made for interest/IQ concerning American Homeland superstitions for both hospitality and biases of the dinner-table variety (ha). I thought about my high-school readings/education concerning icons of journalism and culture-record for hospitality or trend dissemination like William Randolph Hearst and Thomas Nast (wow).

WAITRESS: Hey, you that man who wrote about Detroit-QB card stuff?

ME: That's me, alright.

WAITRESS: I like Thanksgiving football, guy.

ME: Thanx.

WAITRESS: You've got a funny-look, friend...like you won the lottery.

ME: Maybe!

WAITRESS: Maybe we could get coffee together, talk Thanksgiving-TV, guy.

ME: You said it (cool).

WAITRESS: To each his own...life's a beach (no?).

ME: Love's labors change (fantastic).

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)