I will remember how I wasted the best years of my life playing that game and why I didn't listen to my dad when he said, "Why do you still play that?" And then I will smile, knowing the little rabbit head is gone from my desktop and the CD was burned in a fireplace 4 years prior to this proposed occurance. Thus, no one will on Jazz will hear from me again and probably no one will even care or remember who I was.


Wow, that was quite a twist. Sorry bout that folks, I just felt like being different.