Lowe89 finally realised he had a problem, there was only one thing for it. As he walked up to the old old church he looked up at the steeple towering over him. The sun just glimpsing over the tip as if to say there is still light for him. Lowe climbs the cold hard stone steps uptowards the almost giant oak doors. A bum stitting on the steps puts hes hand out, 'spare any change sir' hes clothes all dirty torn and ragged but what once looked like was an expensive suit.
Lowe looks down at him  'I could take a guess how you got here, but i cant help you today.' Turning away hangin hes head Lowe Pushes open the doors to the church, The glow from the beautiful stain glass glows into the hall of steeples. At the end of the church Lowe sees a group of people sitting in a circle talking.
Lowe clears hes throat as he walks towards them all, still looking around at the beautifully built church with stone carvings everywhere. Its been a long time since ive been in a place like this lowe thinks to himself.
'come on in, take a seat' a voice says from within the group, 'we are just about to start you can go first'
Lowe takes a seat and looks around the group these people are from all walks of life rich and poor, hes sure he can recognise one or twop of them.
'Well, OK here it goes, Im lowe89 and....'
a stranger infront of lowe nod their head as to encourage him to continue
'I'm Lowe89 and im addicted to gambling'
Lowe puffs out hes cheeks lowers hes head and waits for a response....