L2

Looking down at the shattered piece of brick and then up at the Come Home LeBron sign, you can't hold it in any longer. It is symbolic of all of your shattered Cleveland sports dreams.

You bend down and grab the piece of brick. You have never done anything like this before, but you really don't want him back. A twinge of nausea hits you, thinking about all of those jerseys that were burned in back yard barbecues and parking lots.

The realization of LeBron returning and selling more jerseys to the hapless souls that set theirs on fire smacks you as a money grab. What a jerk.

You toss the brick in the air, feeling its weight as it comes back into your palm. Nodding to yourself that this will do, you pull your arm back to chuck the brick. 

Taking a deep breath, you drop the brick.

Going to the pokey isn't worth it for LeFoolio. 

You shake your head and pull your phone out.

Scrolling though your twitter feed, you see that Mike Polk responded to your suggestion. He is inviting you to his favorite watering hole, Becky's, for a beverage and some wings.


Do you...

Go to Becky's to have a beverage and some wings with Mike Polk.

OR

Continue on the the Factory of Sadness.