Hank, my best friend, coveted my customized poker chips. I had a get together at my house every Friday after work. My friends and I would barbecue, play horseshoes and then bring out the card table for some recreational gaming. It was supposed to be fun and relaxing. However, cards made people competitive. There was always one person in our group who went nuts and thought he was in Las Vegas. Small bets easily turned into larger sums. However, all of that was fine until my customized poker chips started disappearing. One Friday, I caught my friend Hank stuffing my customized poker chips into his pocket. Slowly but surely, he was taking the whole set.