Knock On Wood If You’re With me

A story on running out of money.

I wasn’t expecting to keep on knocking on the wood. But I did. There was ambition everytime I slammed my chips down on the table and I was about to bring home a masssve fortune. I had thoughts of making it big. Fame, fortune. It was all mine. All I had to do was have the balls to break out the wallet and buy myself a way. But when the card finally fell, I was one suit away. Leaving that night with nothing left, I return back home empty handed... again.