The one and only purpose of life is: A hand

The one and only purpose of life is: A hand of Rummy

,yet such is life...you never know what hand you will be dealt and it all matters what is in the cards. You may be lucky enough to find a match or you might just have to

FOLD. I folded. I folded my cards. I folded my laundry. I folded my fan. I folded my body into my tiny car & drove off into the sunset, never to return. I lost everything in Vegas

because I didn't fold when I should've folded. Homeless on the streets of Las Vegas I eventually lost the ability to even fold at FoldingStory.com when my couldn't pay my cellphone

honestly oblivious to this until one fateful night, when the lights in my home all shut off in a deafening thud. My Cellphone, supreme ruler of FoldingStory, lit up and started spe

lling out the letters,"H E L L O T H E R E" across the screen. Then they pulsated wildly at me until I finally yelled back, "HELLO! Ok!! Jeez. What do you want!? Who is this?"

The old words were replaced with: "S T E V E N I C E T O M E ET Y O U H O W I S T H E W E A T H E R" Then those words pulsated until I yelled "Rainy! Why do you even care?"

Rainy didn't respond. I knew it! I knew Rainy didn't care! The weather is such a boring topic, and I never talk to Rainy anyway. Why even bother making conversation. Whatever.

Or so I thought at the time. Months later, with still no response from Rainy, the peony trees had wilted and the gardenias had shriveled up entirely. I had no rue to rue the day.