When I purchased my first 16 lb bowling ball, I knew I had found my calling. Setting up a mini bowling alley in my apartment has been the best decision I've ever made.

The key is consistency. Every night at midnight, I practice my form. The rhythmic THUD of the ball hitting the floor, followed by the satisfying crash of pins - it's meditation, really.

My neighbors below have even started leaving notes. I like to think of them as fan mail.