*deep breath* "Hi. My name's 49erFaithful

*deep breath* "Hi. My name's 49erFaithful and I'm a FoldingStory addict." *swallow* "It all started pretty normally. I found a link to the site and decided to try it just once. But

"Nothing! boring!!" Chaz tilted back in his chair. Why did his wife force him to go to these FoldingStory Anonymous Meetings? It wasn't his problem, he could stop any time. At 4 AM

, buddyboy (the 4,711th and only) realized he'd missed the FoldingStory Anonymous Meeting. "I wrote 70 folds today, at 30 words per fold," he mused. "That's more than a 2,000-word

treatise on Zombinalia and I don't even feel guilty." Slim finally gave up after a week of cold turkey abstinence he'd agreed to at the last FA meeting after breaking out in

Peanut M&Ms. "To hell with this -- let's fold!" said Slim. "I haven't hit rock bottom yet. Might have bounced off a few cliffs, but

then my anti-gravity pogo stick broke down and now I can't do it anymore." I felt guilty. It was me that broke Slim's pogo stick, and now he's giving up. I had to come

twenty times a month to reduce the rate of prostate cancer, or was it colon? I lamented my lack of health insurance, the lack of Slim's pogo stick, but most of all I missed having

anything at all. I was a rare American. The few that actually had no possessions. They were all gone. No clothes, no gum. Nada. That's what happens when your credit score becomes

an odd number. Luckily, I still had a job and thus an office to go to. And where there's an office, there usually is hot coffee, a roof over your head AND a computer, to hack into