I am a man who misses the deep dark dank of the Arcade. I miss the fat man behind the counter with pizza grease stains on his shirt, cigarette smoke in the air, and the flash of lights.
I miss the look of shame I would get when purchasing video games from Babbages, and Software Ect.
I was at my local arcade the day they wheeled Street Fighter II off the truck.
Video games have kept me from doing horrible, despicable, crimes against humanity type things in real life. They have also brought me closer to my friends, family, and my princess. I also work in the industry.
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