[ WP ] Write a story about a board game .

The Banker puffed noxious clouds of cigar smoke in spite of my sensitive nose. I could have clawed the eyes out of his obnoxious baby face, but I was n't born on Park Place with a'Get Out of Jail Free' card in my pocket. He had a way of always showing up when your luck was down, demanding rent at the worst possible time. Just when you thought you were making a little progress, this mustachioed asshole would come along and inform you the house you were gon na stay at was now a hotel and the rent was double. He never said much no matter how hard you complained, simply shrugging and saying that, `` Banker's error in my favor'' nonsense. 
 
 I growled at him as he took my last twenty. I had three whole dollars to my name. That's capitalism for you, eh? Maybe I should just pull myself up by my bootstraps. That other guy did it, and now he owns the Electric and Water Companies. Of course it's easy to do when you're literally a giant boot. Do n't tell anyone, but I peed on the last house of his I stayed in. I never liked green anyway. Inexorably, I shambled along the road down towards State Avenue. This was a part of the neighborhood I never liked, what with the local jail right on the corner and all. I tried keeping my head down as I passed. An old friend of mine waved and called from a jailhouse window. 
 
 `` Hey Scotty! Hey Scotty! It's me, ol' Flatty Irons!'' he cried, beckoning me over. `` Scotty, you got ta lend me some dough buddy. I ca n't stay here pal. Help a friend out, wouldya?'' 
 
 `` Just visiting...'' I mumbled, moving along quicker now. 
 
 I thought my luck might be turning after a quick nap at the Pennsylvania Railroad station. Uncle Sam had left me a $ 20 dollar tax refund, care of the old Community Chest. The only thing certain in life is death and taxes. Well that and they say if you can ever pass Go, you'll collect two hundred dollars. Ha, like that ever happens. I sure could use it though. 
 
 Atlantic Avenue was coming up and the hair on my back stood up on end. This was a bad part of town and the fuzz were crawling all over. I saw the police beating a guy, `` Failed to pay the rent'' they claimed as they clubbed him one. All that was left after they drug him away was an over-sized shoe and a top hat. Dirty cops man, working for the Banker no doubt. I kept shuffling. 
 
 `` Not so fast you!'' I felt the Man's hand clamp down, hard as steel and cold as ice. It was a setup, I knew for sure. Not much I could do but roll over and play dead. They had me in the paddy wagon faster than you could say Yahtzee. `` Take'em directly to jail,'' said the police sergeant, licking red jelly from a doughnut off his fingers. `` Do not pass Go, do not collect $ 200.'' I growled at the fat pig and he rapped me one good on the noggin. 
 
 It ai n't easy being a Scotty Dog.
