Even when i was younger, thinner, more athletic I never really dug running. In fact, one time, when I was student at St. Charles middle school I was told I ran like a horse.
At first I thought that it was a compliment being paid. But, as kids can be, it was just a cruel way of saying I ran funny.
Fuckers.
But I’ve been running all my life – so it seems. Running towards a wall to see if I can survive the impact of its reality.
You see, every bottle that I grab from the 18 pack in the fridge is just a little game I play.
Remember that atari game … you remember atari, right? It’s where games like Pac-man and Frogger came from … and possibly Donkey Kong … but I may be wrong on that one.
Oh, and Centipede and Asteroids.
Fuck. Great games.
Anyways, one game has always stood out to me …well, two. Combat is a great game. Pretty sure our government has seen it.
It’s tanks and submarines and what not just shooting. Cuz that’s what we do in life, we j…. Wait. This isn’t a political entry.
Fuck politics. Fuck wars. Fuck our government. Fuck it all.
I know, that was a lot of fucks.
The other game was “breakout” … many will remember it’s big brother, “pong” but I always thought “breakout” was a better name.
I was probably 7 or 8 when I got my atari. Poor family, this wasn’t a typical item purchased. And I remember even than being embarresed that I got it … when I knew things were tight. I didn’t want to show my happiness, or excitement …
But I loved it. Played it so much, that, the sound died and the joystick broke. Probably the greatest gift I ever recieved.
Well, except for those race tracks where the cars spun off them if you went to fast ….. (see if anyone remembers those)
But, yeah. Breakout.
Even after the game died, and atari closed, and time went on, I kept playing it.
Running towards the wall …