162: I am the Mayor of New York! (Please vote monthly!)

A few days ago,

Shaquille O'Neal, who took leave to rest at home, neither indulged in eating, drinking, and merrymaking nor ventured into the casinos to throw away fortunes.

Even those pitiful girls at the strip clubs, who needed to be saved, held no allure for him.

O'Neal didn't know what was wrong with him; the only thing he did during those days was to sit alone at home and think.

Other than making excuses to go out to play in his childhood, he had never used his brain to think so hard.

He thought at home about his next move, about which team would be the best fit for him.

Are the Los Angeles Lakers really the best place for me? Well, at the very least, Kobe Bryant, that kid, wouldn't dare treat me the way Roger did.

Of course, most importantly, he also thought about his present.