The Junkie needs another fix. He goes to all his usual places but can't find anything. Sweat pops out on his brow. He shakes uncontrollably. He must have it.
After days of looking he spots it. An old model 60 thats been sitting in a barn covered with dirt and rust. Heck, there's even some old stale gumballs still left in it. He bids on it. And again,again,and again. What would anybody want with such a dirty neglected machine he wonders.
He watches the countdown clock on the auction site slowly tick down to zero. His fingers positioned over the keys lest someone else bids on it. 6......5......4......3......2.....1.....0. He breathes a sigh of relief as he double checks to make sure it is his. He has won again.
He turns his computer off and goes to bed. He dreams of bright red ,yellow, and blue gumball machines. He hears the ratcheting sound of a coin mechanism being turned. Tick,tick,tick,tick, and then kerplunk. The sound of a quarter dropping into the bottom of the machine.
I've found another machine to restore. I've found my fix. Until tomorrow.