Squshaholics

Hi, my name is Jason and I am a Squashaholic. Ever since I found out I was a squashaholic, I've been campaigning for other unfortunate souls like myself to qualm this evil addiction by continually playing it until can play no longer. This is - I'm sure - the only way to beat it. Whoever invented this sport is a genius. Classic symptoms are: Firstly, feeling like some kind of Super Greek God whilst throwing yourself around, what really is nothing more than a box painted with a few red lines and embellished with a beautiful coat of dry and drab white paint. Secondly, sweating like a Shashta Beast on fire that rip roars it's way through air like as if it's not there. And thirdly, bringing on the sort of Euphoric feeling that can only be compared to catching the wave of your life, point after point after point. It's become a box for my sweat and tears. My contemplations and life conundrums. It's a time box that distorts the outside world and makes that world, nothing more than roads filled with cars and parks filled with trees. When stepping into this box, time might as well stop for those setting foot in it. As addictions go, this one is kicks! I thank Jocelyn for lending me one of his racquets and introducing me the sport for I've embraced it no end. I'll miss the court on level 16 at the Virgin Mobile building. I've only been playing for around 6 weeks but feel like I've been doing it for years now. Hiiiiiiighly recommended ;-)