But that was a long time ago

I used to go to the local 90s version of that arcade with my roommate and good friend S. Skellington. It was fun. We’d blow five bucks on tokens then go play minigolf and smoke in the rough. I’m at the same arcade pace now.

It’s noisy and full of underdisciplined spoiled brats who DEMAND more of everything. I guess it does change your outlook on everything when you have kids. Because I think the last time I was here, I was stoned and very, VERY mellow.

Yeah. I was that guy. It’s how I sustained my mood ring habit in the tail end of the twentieth century.






i make squee noises when you tell me stuff.

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