Caution: Long Story Ahead. Go get yourself a pizza. It might be ready by the time you finish reading this. Maybe.
My grandparents and I watch Deal or No Deal about every time its on. Along with Wheel of Fortune. I do good guessing the puzzles, and my grandpa keeps telling me I need to get on the show, but I keep saying how I'm never gonna get myself on TV. It could be a wasted trip, and I'd wind up with no more than $1000. Or I might skew up real bad. Or somebody I knew from school might recognize me and come looking for me (and that's the last thing I want).
But earlier this week, I hear that they're casting for Deal or No Deal at the Casino Queen in East St. Louis. Even though I'd be on TV, I'd pretty much be guarenteed at least $25,000 as long as I didn't skrew up real bad. And considering I currently have no job, that's a lot of money. But of course, I wouldn't settle for that measily amount. I want to get at least $100,000. If I got on the show and got an offer that high, there would be when I'd stop. Unless the odds of me getting more were incredibly high, but that's not likely.
Of course, the odds of even getting selected are incredibly slim. I figure they'd probably choose only 20-30 people for the season, out of a potential thousands. Still, as slim as the odds are, I wanted to at least try to get on. The problem is, I've never driven to St. Louis on my own. I could hit up MapQuest to find out, but I'd need somebody to come along with me to make sure I'm going the right way. Neither of my grandparents could go. One has to clean house for guests for the weekend, the other had to take my next-to-littlest cousin to ball practice. And so I called my mom, as I learned she was off.
Big mistake. Ugh. Every time I talk to her, she brings up how I don't have a job and I need to be looking and yada yada yaday. So irritating.
I've been making it my business to try to avoid her lately. But I decided to ask her first, especially since she had gone to a casino in St. Louis before. I told her where I was wanting to go, and thar she blew. I got the lecture, she said she could not go, and the casino she went to wasn't even the same one. My only other choise was my only male cousin, who was home from the air force for the weekend. I asked him, and he said he'd talk to his mom, to find out if he could, as he was wanting to spend time with his family while he was home. Five minutes later, my mom calls. She found out I called my cousin. 
Yeah, he decided not to call back and tell me that he can't go, so instead his mom calls mine about it. Next lecture.
So I had no choice but to go by myself. I got the directions last night, and set my alarm. I figure if I got there at 9AM (the casting didn't start until 10 and lasted until 1PM), I wouldn't have to be worried about any long lines I'd undoubtedly encounter. Next morning, my alarm goes off, I eat breakfast and clean up, and I'm off. But not before I had trouble with my car.
Because I am currently jobless, my car doesn't get much use, as I find it easier to search for jobs online. I'd get tongue-tied asking for a job in person, especially in a place I wasn't sure was hiring. The last time I drove my car was Sunday morning. So naturally it wouldn't start. Like every other time I needed to use it after it sat there for more than a few days. I just kept fiddling with the key, and eventually it finally started. I was out of my driveway at 8. Next stop, the gas station. For a 12-year-old car, the thing gets some pretty good gas milage (last I checked, about 26mpg), and it was a little half-full, but since I've never driven to St. Louis (I'm about 50 miles away), I didn't know for certain how much gas the trip would take, and I didn't want to worry about getting more gas while I was there or on my way home. Turns out that would be the least of my worries. (Ooh, forshadowing...)
As I left town, I knew there'd be no turning back. Or well, there could be, but the farther I went, the less point there'd be. The trip was uneventful at first. I have driven some distance from home before, so the area for half the trip wasn't new, and I lost the radio station around the usual spot. As I got closer (and the road went from 2-lane to a 3-lane), I started feeling nervous. And why not? I was driving to a big city for the first time. And once the maze of highways that was East St. Louis came up, oh what fun. Having to make sure I didn't stay in those exit-only lanes, making sure I take the right ones, etc.
MapQuest said to take exit 2B on the left. And I did. And boy, where it led me, what fun. A road that quickly merged into 1-lane before going back to a 2-lane later on. And not a very wide road. The road crossing the river was so narrow, I would've been in big trouble had I been driving anything other than my car. I can't see any of those trucks with the child-bearing hips making it through, either.
The road made a right turn after landing on the other side of the Mississippi. I was supposed to be staing on 3rd street, turning right at River Park Drive, and making a left to the casino onto Front St. There was just one problem. I couldn't find any of these streets.
When I looked at MapQuest, I thought the exit merged directly onto 3rd Street, and I figured the bridge was part of it. I thought something was up, as MapQuest showed that I wasn't supposed to be crossing the river, yet here I was, doing just that. Naturally, I figured MapQuest told me wrong. And with good reason, as I thought I saw the Casino Queen sitting on the river's edge-- (ACK! MY MOM JUST CAME IN!) *5 minutes later* But I guess it wasn't really the Casino Queen.
Anyway, I went about 5 blocks off the highway, until I decided to look at what street I was on. I think I was on Broadway. Totally not the right street. I made a right turn, towards the river, and doubled back on the next street in hopes that it would lead to that riverboat I saw. It didn't. Dead-end. So I got back on Broadway, and went the way I came, passing the highway exit, sorta going into the city a little. Several blocks in, I decided that I moved far enough, so I made a left turn towards the river, intending to go as far as I could, and doubling back in hopes that that would lead me to that riverboat. I didn't quite get that far.
Early on when I was losing myself near the entrance of St. Louis, I noticed my car was warming up. This didn't surprise me. It's been a while since I last added oil or antifreeze, since I haven't been using my car much. Going on the highway wasn't a problem, since the wind of going 70mph helped keep the engine cool. I figured I could park the car in a parking space, and let the engine cool off for a little bit. I parked in an empty lot across from some building called Environmental Objective Inc, or something like that. While my engine was cooling off, I decided to look at a road map and figure out where I was.
No road map.
Apparently, somewhere in between my parents getting their new car and them giving me their old one, they took out the road map. I looked in the glove compartment, under the seats, and in the trunk. But when I looked in the trunk, to my surprise, there was a slightly used quart of oil. I had thought all my oil was sitting inside my house. Well, before letting the engine cool down enough, I put the oil in. It steamed a little, but otherwise no problem. I turned on the car for a few seconds to let the oil get into the engine, hoping that would help speed the cooling. It was just past 9. I decided to wait until 10-after. Whether I should've waited longer, I'll never know.
I started driving up the street. Apparently the street used to have trolleys running on it, as they failed to cover the tracks up properly with pavement. A few blocks down, I realized I was heading into yet another dead-end. But before I could turn around, I saw the biggest pothole I've ever seen. I slowed down, but I still hit it hard. I was relieved that my car was still running, and I doubled back once more. But before I got very far, I saw my temp. guage going up at a rather disturbing pace. I thought I must've not waited long enough for the engine to cool down. I rushed back to the parking area (speeding a little so the wind might help keep the engine from getting too hot). I quickly parked and shut it off, and I heard a rather disturbing noise coming from the engine, which was now smoking. I was afraid my car was on fire, so I quickly opened the hood up, and what do I see? My antifreeze was boiling over!
Now, I don't know much about cars, so I figured the hole the antifreeze was coming out was supposed to be hooked up to a hose. I figured I must've knocked something loose when I hit that pothole. Here I was, in some empty industrial section of St. Louis, and I had no idea who to call. I obviously wasn't going anywhere. I don't care if my dad's a mechanic, my parents were the last people I wanted to try. So, I called my grandpa, telling him I was in big trouble. I simply told him that I hit a bad bump, something came loose, and my engine coolant was low as a result. I told him where I was, and he went to look it up on MapQuest. Unfortunately for me, they still use dial-up, so this meant I'd have to deal with CallWave if I tried calling them again, and even worse, they had their cellphone turned off. I looked at the lot adjacent to the one I was in, and there were a couple cars. I called him back, and let him know on CallWave that I was going to see if anybody was there to help me out. The door was locked, and I didn't bother knocking.
My grandpa called back, and he said he was going to come help me. I figured it'd be better to just find somebody in St. Louis to just bring me some antifreeze, as I had realized that the opening in the antifreeze case was supposed to be like that, and I figured that the lack of antifreeze was my only problem. Being towed home was not an option I was willing to take, considering how much it would cost to have it towed so far.
A short time passed, and I decided that since the area had sidewalks, I might attempt to walk the rest of the way to the casino. So I called him back to let him know I was wanting to do that. He didn't like that idea. I saw some truckers off in the distance as well, and I thought maybe I could ask them for help, but I wound up just staying with my car. My grandpa was only just leaving at that point. It was 10AM. The casting for Deal or No Deal was starting. I had realized also that I had been pacing over the mess of antifreeze I left on the pavement, so I washed my feet off using the nearby lawn sprinkers.
To pass the time, I grabbed some gum. Sitting in my car was hot, even with windows down and my door open, so I decided to head across the street and get under the trees by the road. A half-hour passed, and I realized that a certain Pavilionite lives in or around St. Louis. I considered having my grandma get on my account to contact him, but by that point, my grandpa was probably already halfway there, and I didn't think it would be a good idea to just invite him to chat next to a broken down car for a few minutes. At 11, my grandpa called. He told me he had to get some antifreeze, water (to thin the antifreeze) and some duct tape for whatever (if anything) came loose. It would be another half-hour before he finally arrived. During which time, I flicked a black spider off my neck, proceeded under a different tree to wait, watched a bunch of people pass on my road and roads nearby (some more than once), considered taking an old glove as a souvineer (I didn't), and continued chewing my gum, which by that point had long lost its flavor, and calling my grandma to let her know not to tell my mom about this.
Finally, my grandpa arrived, and I spit out my gum. He put in the antifreeze and water, we talked about whether I should be even trying to look for the casino at this point, and finally started my car. All seemed good, but he decided to lead me as we searched for the casino, just in case. We crossed the river, and made a right turn. Some distance down, we crossed the bumpiest railroad tracks I've ever seen (yet another jerk to my car), and furthur down we pulled into a church parking lot and decided we were probably going the wrong way. I had seen a street called Queen Ave, but it was probabably just a coincidence. So we doubled back some distance (over those rough tracks once more), and found the street that I was supposed to be on in the morning. But I was in a panic. My car was heating up again. We arrived close to 12:30 (a little more than a half-hour before the casting ends), and as if seeing what migh've been 300 people waiting in line was bad enough, my car started smoking before I could park!
I pulled over and shut it off for a minute, opening the hood to once more see antifreeze trying to boil out. One of the lot guards came up, and had me find a parking place with his help.
I would be stuck at the Casino Queen for a while, but with only a half-hour remaining (actually, their clock turned out to be ahead of mine a few minutes), I had no hope of getting in. But after spending so long in the heat, my mouth was dry, so I headed inside to get a drink. And wound up on the wrong side of the bar. Worse that I had to wait a few minutes to get my soda, since they were out of ice. It took me 20 minutes before I got my drink and got back out. (On the plus side, the drink was cheaper than I expected.)
I got outside in time to hear the Deal or No Deal crowd cheering. Some guy was holding a pep rally or something, with a megaphone. He said, and I quote "In about 20 seconds, I'm going to tell you all to go home." Well, it took more than 20 seconds, because one thing he explained was that the guy who wound up having a marching band play during his game didn't get until the show until 4 months after he signed up. Just great. So not only did I not get there in time, but it turns out I'm gonna have to go get a job after all. Apparently those remaining in line could quickly go in and hand in their applications, but there was no more interviews.
I got to the car and finished my drink. The thing only lasted me 5 minutes, and I was still thirsty. It would be a little bit longer before it was considered "safe" enough for me to drive back home. We figured the overheating was because my fan wasn't working, which would make sense since it wasn't really a problem at highway speed. Or so I thought.
We finally left (me, without having been able to sign up), I once more following my grandpa. The low speed before getting on the highway meant my engine would quickly try to heat up again (I about panicked when we were hit with a red light), but we got on the road okay. And for the first five minutes, my engine was keeping a normal temperature. And then it went up again. This time it stopped in between the middle and the getting-a-little-warm mark, and it would stay there for most of the trip home. Until we got off the highway. It moved up a little onto the first hot mark, and stayed there for the 55mph road. Unfortunately, I got stuck behind a truck, which meant I wasn't going as fast as I would've liked. Once we got into town, it was a rush to get back to my house as the needle started rising. I parked and shut it off with the needle on the H mark, opened my hood, and saw the antifreeze spilling over again. Looks like I'm not using my car for a while.
I mentioned that I didn't want my mom finding out that I went there and got into all this trouble. Well, apparently somebody failed to tell my little ball-practice cousin that it was a secret.
I do have another option to get on Deal or No Deal. I can send in a video. I would've done it before, but I figured it'd be easier to do a personal interview, tongue-tied as I am. The odds of me getting on the show are incredibly slim either way, but having all that money, not needing a job, and best of all, having the free time to work on my projects... Not an opportunity I want to pass up.
So...did you enjoy that pizza?
My grandparents and I watch Deal or No Deal about every time its on. Along with Wheel of Fortune. I do good guessing the puzzles, and my grandpa keeps telling me I need to get on the show, but I keep saying how I'm never gonna get myself on TV. It could be a wasted trip, and I'd wind up with no more than $1000. Or I might skew up real bad. Or somebody I knew from school might recognize me and come looking for me (and that's the last thing I want).
But earlier this week, I hear that they're casting for Deal or No Deal at the Casino Queen in East St. Louis. Even though I'd be on TV, I'd pretty much be guarenteed at least $25,000 as long as I didn't skrew up real bad. And considering I currently have no job, that's a lot of money. But of course, I wouldn't settle for that measily amount. I want to get at least $100,000. If I got on the show and got an offer that high, there would be when I'd stop. Unless the odds of me getting more were incredibly high, but that's not likely.
Of course, the odds of even getting selected are incredibly slim. I figure they'd probably choose only 20-30 people for the season, out of a potential thousands. Still, as slim as the odds are, I wanted to at least try to get on. The problem is, I've never driven to St. Louis on my own. I could hit up MapQuest to find out, but I'd need somebody to come along with me to make sure I'm going the right way. Neither of my grandparents could go. One has to clean house for guests for the weekend, the other had to take my next-to-littlest cousin to ball practice. And so I called my mom, as I learned she was off.
Big mistake. Ugh. Every time I talk to her, she brings up how I don't have a job and I need to be looking and yada yada yaday. So irritating.
I've been making it my business to try to avoid her lately. But I decided to ask her first, especially since she had gone to a casino in St. Louis before. I told her where I was wanting to go, and thar she blew. I got the lecture, she said she could not go, and the casino she went to wasn't even the same one. My only other choise was my only male cousin, who was home from the air force for the weekend. I asked him, and he said he'd talk to his mom, to find out if he could, as he was wanting to spend time with his family while he was home. Five minutes later, my mom calls. She found out I called my cousin. Yeah, he decided not to call back and tell me that he can't go, so instead his mom calls mine about it. Next lecture.So I had no choice but to go by myself. I got the directions last night, and set my alarm. I figure if I got there at 9AM (the casting didn't start until 10 and lasted until 1PM), I wouldn't have to be worried about any long lines I'd undoubtedly encounter. Next morning, my alarm goes off, I eat breakfast and clean up, and I'm off. But not before I had trouble with my car.
Because I am currently jobless, my car doesn't get much use, as I find it easier to search for jobs online. I'd get tongue-tied asking for a job in person, especially in a place I wasn't sure was hiring. The last time I drove my car was Sunday morning. So naturally it wouldn't start. Like every other time I needed to use it after it sat there for more than a few days. I just kept fiddling with the key, and eventually it finally started. I was out of my driveway at 8. Next stop, the gas station. For a 12-year-old car, the thing gets some pretty good gas milage (last I checked, about 26mpg), and it was a little half-full, but since I've never driven to St. Louis (I'm about 50 miles away), I didn't know for certain how much gas the trip would take, and I didn't want to worry about getting more gas while I was there or on my way home. Turns out that would be the least of my worries. (Ooh, forshadowing...)
As I left town, I knew there'd be no turning back. Or well, there could be, but the farther I went, the less point there'd be. The trip was uneventful at first. I have driven some distance from home before, so the area for half the trip wasn't new, and I lost the radio station around the usual spot. As I got closer (and the road went from 2-lane to a 3-lane), I started feeling nervous. And why not? I was driving to a big city for the first time. And once the maze of highways that was East St. Louis came up, oh what fun. Having to make sure I didn't stay in those exit-only lanes, making sure I take the right ones, etc.
MapQuest said to take exit 2B on the left. And I did. And boy, where it led me, what fun. A road that quickly merged into 1-lane before going back to a 2-lane later on. And not a very wide road. The road crossing the river was so narrow, I would've been in big trouble had I been driving anything other than my car. I can't see any of those trucks with the child-bearing hips making it through, either.
The road made a right turn after landing on the other side of the Mississippi. I was supposed to be staing on 3rd street, turning right at River Park Drive, and making a left to the casino onto Front St. There was just one problem. I couldn't find any of these streets.
When I looked at MapQuest, I thought the exit merged directly onto 3rd Street, and I figured the bridge was part of it. I thought something was up, as MapQuest showed that I wasn't supposed to be crossing the river, yet here I was, doing just that. Naturally, I figured MapQuest told me wrong. And with good reason, as I thought I saw the Casino Queen sitting on the river's edge-- (ACK! MY MOM JUST CAME IN!) *5 minutes later* But I guess it wasn't really the Casino Queen.Anyway, I went about 5 blocks off the highway, until I decided to look at what street I was on. I think I was on Broadway. Totally not the right street. I made a right turn, towards the river, and doubled back on the next street in hopes that it would lead to that riverboat I saw. It didn't. Dead-end. So I got back on Broadway, and went the way I came, passing the highway exit, sorta going into the city a little. Several blocks in, I decided that I moved far enough, so I made a left turn towards the river, intending to go as far as I could, and doubling back in hopes that that would lead me to that riverboat. I didn't quite get that far.
Early on when I was losing myself near the entrance of St. Louis, I noticed my car was warming up. This didn't surprise me. It's been a while since I last added oil or antifreeze, since I haven't been using my car much. Going on the highway wasn't a problem, since the wind of going 70mph helped keep the engine cool. I figured I could park the car in a parking space, and let the engine cool off for a little bit. I parked in an empty lot across from some building called Environmental Objective Inc, or something like that. While my engine was cooling off, I decided to look at a road map and figure out where I was.
No road map.
Apparently, somewhere in between my parents getting their new car and them giving me their old one, they took out the road map. I looked in the glove compartment, under the seats, and in the trunk. But when I looked in the trunk, to my surprise, there was a slightly used quart of oil. I had thought all my oil was sitting inside my house. Well, before letting the engine cool down enough, I put the oil in. It steamed a little, but otherwise no problem. I turned on the car for a few seconds to let the oil get into the engine, hoping that would help speed the cooling. It was just past 9. I decided to wait until 10-after. Whether I should've waited longer, I'll never know.I started driving up the street. Apparently the street used to have trolleys running on it, as they failed to cover the tracks up properly with pavement. A few blocks down, I realized I was heading into yet another dead-end. But before I could turn around, I saw the biggest pothole I've ever seen. I slowed down, but I still hit it hard. I was relieved that my car was still running, and I doubled back once more. But before I got very far, I saw my temp. guage going up at a rather disturbing pace. I thought I must've not waited long enough for the engine to cool down. I rushed back to the parking area (speeding a little so the wind might help keep the engine from getting too hot). I quickly parked and shut it off, and I heard a rather disturbing noise coming from the engine, which was now smoking. I was afraid my car was on fire, so I quickly opened the hood up, and what do I see? My antifreeze was boiling over!
Now, I don't know much about cars, so I figured the hole the antifreeze was coming out was supposed to be hooked up to a hose. I figured I must've knocked something loose when I hit that pothole. Here I was, in some empty industrial section of St. Louis, and I had no idea who to call. I obviously wasn't going anywhere. I don't care if my dad's a mechanic, my parents were the last people I wanted to try. So, I called my grandpa, telling him I was in big trouble. I simply told him that I hit a bad bump, something came loose, and my engine coolant was low as a result. I told him where I was, and he went to look it up on MapQuest. Unfortunately for me, they still use dial-up, so this meant I'd have to deal with CallWave if I tried calling them again, and even worse, they had their cellphone turned off. I looked at the lot adjacent to the one I was in, and there were a couple cars. I called him back, and let him know on CallWave that I was going to see if anybody was there to help me out. The door was locked, and I didn't bother knocking.
My grandpa called back, and he said he was going to come help me. I figured it'd be better to just find somebody in St. Louis to just bring me some antifreeze, as I had realized that the opening in the antifreeze case was supposed to be like that, and I figured that the lack of antifreeze was my only problem. Being towed home was not an option I was willing to take, considering how much it would cost to have it towed so far.
A short time passed, and I decided that since the area had sidewalks, I might attempt to walk the rest of the way to the casino. So I called him back to let him know I was wanting to do that. He didn't like that idea. I saw some truckers off in the distance as well, and I thought maybe I could ask them for help, but I wound up just staying with my car. My grandpa was only just leaving at that point. It was 10AM. The casting for Deal or No Deal was starting. I had realized also that I had been pacing over the mess of antifreeze I left on the pavement, so I washed my feet off using the nearby lawn sprinkers.
To pass the time, I grabbed some gum. Sitting in my car was hot, even with windows down and my door open, so I decided to head across the street and get under the trees by the road. A half-hour passed, and I realized that a certain Pavilionite lives in or around St. Louis. I considered having my grandma get on my account to contact him, but by that point, my grandpa was probably already halfway there, and I didn't think it would be a good idea to just invite him to chat next to a broken down car for a few minutes. At 11, my grandpa called. He told me he had to get some antifreeze, water (to thin the antifreeze) and some duct tape for whatever (if anything) came loose. It would be another half-hour before he finally arrived. During which time, I flicked a black spider off my neck, proceeded under a different tree to wait, watched a bunch of people pass on my road and roads nearby (some more than once), considered taking an old glove as a souvineer (I didn't), and continued chewing my gum, which by that point had long lost its flavor, and calling my grandma to let her know not to tell my mom about this.
Finally, my grandpa arrived, and I spit out my gum. He put in the antifreeze and water, we talked about whether I should be even trying to look for the casino at this point, and finally started my car. All seemed good, but he decided to lead me as we searched for the casino, just in case. We crossed the river, and made a right turn. Some distance down, we crossed the bumpiest railroad tracks I've ever seen (yet another jerk to my car), and furthur down we pulled into a church parking lot and decided we were probably going the wrong way. I had seen a street called Queen Ave, but it was probabably just a coincidence. So we doubled back some distance (over those rough tracks once more), and found the street that I was supposed to be on in the morning. But I was in a panic. My car was heating up again. We arrived close to 12:30 (a little more than a half-hour before the casting ends), and as if seeing what migh've been 300 people waiting in line was bad enough, my car started smoking before I could park!
I pulled over and shut it off for a minute, opening the hood to once more see antifreeze trying to boil out. One of the lot guards came up, and had me find a parking place with his help.I would be stuck at the Casino Queen for a while, but with only a half-hour remaining (actually, their clock turned out to be ahead of mine a few minutes), I had no hope of getting in. But after spending so long in the heat, my mouth was dry, so I headed inside to get a drink. And wound up on the wrong side of the bar. Worse that I had to wait a few minutes to get my soda, since they were out of ice. It took me 20 minutes before I got my drink and got back out. (On the plus side, the drink was cheaper than I expected.)
I got outside in time to hear the Deal or No Deal crowd cheering. Some guy was holding a pep rally or something, with a megaphone. He said, and I quote "In about 20 seconds, I'm going to tell you all to go home." Well, it took more than 20 seconds, because one thing he explained was that the guy who wound up having a marching band play during his game didn't get until the show until 4 months after he signed up. Just great. So not only did I not get there in time, but it turns out I'm gonna have to go get a job after all. Apparently those remaining in line could quickly go in and hand in their applications, but there was no more interviews.
I got to the car and finished my drink. The thing only lasted me 5 minutes, and I was still thirsty. It would be a little bit longer before it was considered "safe" enough for me to drive back home. We figured the overheating was because my fan wasn't working, which would make sense since it wasn't really a problem at highway speed. Or so I thought.
We finally left (me, without having been able to sign up), I once more following my grandpa. The low speed before getting on the highway meant my engine would quickly try to heat up again (I about panicked when we were hit with a red light), but we got on the road okay. And for the first five minutes, my engine was keeping a normal temperature. And then it went up again. This time it stopped in between the middle and the getting-a-little-warm mark, and it would stay there for most of the trip home. Until we got off the highway. It moved up a little onto the first hot mark, and stayed there for the 55mph road. Unfortunately, I got stuck behind a truck, which meant I wasn't going as fast as I would've liked. Once we got into town, it was a rush to get back to my house as the needle started rising. I parked and shut it off with the needle on the H mark, opened my hood, and saw the antifreeze spilling over again. Looks like I'm not using my car for a while.
I mentioned that I didn't want my mom finding out that I went there and got into all this trouble. Well, apparently somebody failed to tell my little ball-practice cousin that it was a secret.
I do have another option to get on Deal or No Deal. I can send in a video. I would've done it before, but I figured it'd be easier to do a personal interview, tongue-tied as I am. The odds of me getting on the show are incredibly slim either way, but having all that money, not needing a job, and best of all, having the free time to work on my projects... Not an opportunity I want to pass up.
So...did you enjoy that pizza?
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