“Monopoly is the only board game worth a damn. The rest, for babies and the babies of the brain damaged and those with limping, crooked chromosomes. Monopoly, on the other hand, has it all. It’s classy, yet brutal. It’s rewards those who understand the art of psychological warfare, torment. The key to winning Monopoly is destroying your opponents confidence in themselves, breaking them down to their bare components and selling them to passing junk wagons for scrap. You attain victory when your challengers have all been convinced they should not allow themselves to win. When they have been convinced they are out of their league, their egos shattered. A good monopoly game should not end in loud celebration, but quiet gloating. Your opponents should feel uneasy and uncomfortable. They should feel as if they saw a side of you they had not before, a side of themselves they had hoped did not exist. A weakness of mind and soul and inability to protect oneself from being overwhelmed by those who wish to take them for all they’re worth, a lack of comprehension and grip on basic human interaction everyone feels they have an airtight hold on. A good Monopoly game will shatter this and leave a sour, confused taste in the air. Desperation and unease.”—Jonah Winnick
I’m currently working the fly system for a major sd ballet company and all weekend I have been distracted by one boy. His booty is the stuff of legend, empires have fallen and celestial bodies have aligned in awe of it. Thank you ballet and Cuba for this booty. Thank you.