The man in a dark suit slid a dark leather binder towards me. It was filled with x-rays, MRIs, receipts, and the lawsuit. He had gotten a serious concussion, and the medical bills on their own would cost me a fortune. Then came the other costs: emotional damages, and the loss of their job. With 7 numbers and not a single decimal sign.

“It was an accident!” I plead, “Sir I can’t afford this!”

…

It had been a warm summer day, and me and some buddies were just fooling around with a basketball in the local park. I had met some random guys there and we decided to play a quick game of HORSE. We were down to the final two, me and a guy named Warren, it was HOR to HORS. Just then the basketball ball hit a nail that some jackass had left there. The ball began to deflate with a path.

We were about to call it a day when Wareen picked up a rock that where scattered around the park. It was light gray with black spots and was about the size of my cupped hands. Warren then threw it up and miraculously got it in the net.

“Ha! Beat that!” He exclaimed.

I picked it up, it was heavier than I expected. I tensed my muscles and launched up into the air.

Time seemed to slow down and it sailed. It arched up and up, but then in a sinister twist of fate, began to fall. Falling falling falling and then hitting Drew right in the head.

He just stood there for a second before his legs collapsed, and he fell slowly to the ground. The rest of the guys scattered running away. I looked around hopelessly. Eventually, I pulled out my phone and called 911. All I could do was stand there and stare as the red and blue lights flashed. Carrying him away. It felt like hours before I ever moved. I just stood there. Looking at the rock stained red with blood.

…

Tears fell to the table as my life savings drained away.

And that’s how paper always beats rock.