
The gift and the curse.....as much as I love to cop games from the illest video game shop in the retail marketplace, GameStop, I must admit...it's gotten to the point where I'm sneaking out at the crack of dawn alongside those paperbag dudes who cop those VHS porn tapes before heading to work. (laugh)
Eh.....I can't help it, I would see 'em when I went to get my shape-ups back in Maryland...very funky.....didn't dudes ever realize the power of online pornography? (laugh)
Regardless, it has come to the point where I'm literally shook to visit GameStop during mid-day or, (gulp...pause), evenings...
It always gets me because the times I've been to those 'stops, maaaaaaan, I've felt like "I'm" the weird one....from video game talk more specific than college chemistry classes to break-downs of games slated to hit stores in no less than two years, it's pretty bonkers......however, it's the "casual" looking guys working there that always trips me up...
As often as I think about having wanted to get a gig over there, I'm quickly reminded how "intense" it is....you remember those fellas from high school who rocked the "Other" table during lunch? Chea......they're in there pretty seriously....no disrespect to 'em..but mannnnn.....rock on lil' homies....
(For the record, I skipped lunch and headed to the library back in high school.....money stacking, homework completing, big dreaming those days.....)





