Semantic Error: 
A cyoa by TheBathWaterHero
 
You finish your coffee and pay your bill.
 
2 bits. You’re down to 1672 bits.
 
You get out of the restaurant, screw you plates back on and begin driving while you think about what priorities you need to take with your latest pay. You’ve been on drugs so long that you’re pretty sure that if you tried to stop you would die a painful and sweaty death.
 
Finding a cigarette in your pocket you light up to calm down a bit.
 
You remember the last time you when without a couple crystal octagons for a day. You felt like you where going to die as all of the pain that you ignored came crawling back from your wing to your spine as you cried curled up on your bathroom floor. Of course these days, there are treatments for these addictions but, you don’t have twenty thousand to spend on chemical therapy, and getting away from your addiction wouldn’t stop the pain which has only grown worse as you’ve gotten older. Your mother never had enough money to get you really fixed, so you could never competitively fly as a colt. But you know it wasn’t her fault. Life is hard and sometimes the only way to cope with it was to dull it out. Your mother knew that, and in turn you leaned it yourself.
 
As you curse down the streets of the city Brandy speaks up from your PDA that you have placed in the passenger seat. “File,you’ve been driving in circles for the past fifteen minutes do you need me to navigate you somewhere?
 
What do you do?
 
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