Chip Pharmacey

My name is Pharmacey. Chip Pharmacey. I'm a loser. Despite the queer name I had never visited a drugstore nor even had a first-aid kit. What really turned me on was online gambling.

I would spend hours and days, and years of my life playing black jack or roulette on the Net. You know, how it is: you come back home, sit yourself next to the screen, start playing, and casually looking on the clock you suddenly find out it's half past four in the morning or so. Next day at work you are a naught and come home with an unbreakable decision never to gamble any more, not to even turn your computer on! Or at least not that night. But, of course, you do. This was my case as a gambling-addict.

Once I thought to myself: 'Hey, why not go and see a doctor to get rid of this exhausting habit?' So I visited one. He prescribed me some pills, valium and others, took his couple of tenners, and saw me off to the door.

Bastard! That's what you do to someone who needs help?! Well, I did not go to the chemist's. I had never visited a drugstore nor even had a first-aid kit, I told you, and I will not be breaking my habits this time. What for, anyway? I'm a creation - a piece of network software and never use medicine :p

Jack Pot

My name is Pot. Jack Pot. I'm a loser. Despite the queer name I had never had a crush on gambling. Neither casino gambling nor online gambling. Was rather a vagabond and would stroll through the downtown each night. That evening I was walking through the busy streets casual and easy-minded when I caught a glimpse of a huge neon light. ‘Golden Palace Casino - Largest Casino in the City’, proudly shone the towering letters. Something made me come in.

Inside a huge, bald-headed and smartly dressed man let me through a metal detector gate and so I was inside the kingdom of revolving roulette, rustling black jack cards, pattering dice, and focused faces of grunting men gathered all around large oval tables.

Rummaging through my pockets I found a dozen of quid or so. ‘Well, not much to be lost, so why not take a chance?’ With such a name I should be lucky enough. I took a chance on roulette. Being for the first time in a casino you should have a class ;)

Three rounds later I was walking out the gate, skint. Could you think of anything else when walking into a casino? Well, I’m a loser, ain’t I?

Phil Popper

My name is Popper. Phil Popper. I'm a loser. Despite the queer name I had never been much interested in drugs. Valium, xanax, diazepam, phentermine - all this stuff was never of interest to me. Some pills for a headache now and then, that’s all. Lately, however, I’ve been very alert. Things were never easy for me but during the last few weeks everything just tumbled down upon my head. I had enough of this shit and decided to calm myself down. A bit. Or more.

Easy to say, harder to do, I am just scared of going to the-other-side! But wait, what do I have such a name for?! That night I bought a few bottles of valium 10mg, went home and having a nice CD on fed myself up with the small blue pills like a real pill-popper. Not long did it last before I fell asleep.

A few hours later I woke up with a huge hard-on. ‘Why, am I still alive?!’ More than pissed off I rushed to the kitchen to look at that drug bottle again. Of course! That chemist-the-idiot had given me viagra! Could you think of something more stupid?! I tried to end with this all with viagra!! Well, I’m a loser, ain’t I?