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His legend was almost as big as his thirst for beast ice 30 racks...Once called "Fireball" by all who graced his presence, this is a sad tale about a grizzled man who has forsaken his name, his goals, his appetite, and worst of all his pride. Instead of crushing day old [[Snack Bar]] cookies BEFORE dinner and dropping straights on his [[poker]] opponents like they were hot, he has now packed it in for a "socially acceptable" life. Gone are the days he would slug 2 liters of Mountain Dew before bed just to prove caffeine didn't keep him up. Gone also are the days he would purposley purposely loose $4.90 of his $5 buy in just to proove prove he could beat us all in a game of Texas Hold'em with only 10 cents. His ability to steal blinds like a seasoned tunnel rat has diminished into the ability to show up for work on time, write papers for his classes, do econ and organic chemistry problem sets and study "paintings." Worst of all, he leads a life without snack bar cookies, parties, horror movies, SouthparkSouth Park, the [[Lehman]] basement, Ninjas, or internet porn. "Fireball" is now just...Jonathan.