So...Like I stated in my "getting a Dreamcast" post, I am a fucktard. I used to sell consoles and games when I got bored of them, usually forcing me to re-buy them months or years later when there is a sudden urge to once again own a specific game or system. I am an idiot and sold my DS after it didn't get played for a few months time.



What follows is my tale of how i came into possesion of another DS Lite...

I recently delved into the seedy underworld of Craigslist looking to trade one of my custom firmware PSPs for a DS Lite. This was due to one of the afformentioned "urges" to once again own a DS. There was no method to my madness. I just wanted another DS.

So i emailed a few people that were selling DS Lites and got a quick response from one guy. I seem to have deleted said email but the response was something like this, "Aight aight, shit sounds tight mang. Where do ya wanna meet nuggah??? I been wanting a damn ass PSPEE for a minute son son. Hit me up lets talk Biness". I fixed alot of spelling in my account, but you get the picture. I knew I was in for a treat.



So i called the dude up and arranged to meet him near the Florida Panthers hockey arena, since I was on my way to a game. As i neared the agreed upon location, i called once again to alert him that we were near. As soon as he picked up the phone he yelled "Yo, iz dat you in that there Fo door?", and a man with one hand in his pocket and a blunt behind his ear jumped in the middle of the road. So the driver, my buddy, pulls over and dude walks up to my passenger window. He doesn't say anything or move. He is just looking. So, using methods of speech I learned in my days of buying dime bags off street corners, i ask..."Yo man, you got that on you?", to which Mr. Shady replies, "Fo Sho". He then asks to hop in the car to go up the street to a gas station and talk. My buddy looks at me like I just invited the devil into his home, but i tell him sure.

Now my buddy has a concealed weapons permit, but if you get shot first they dont do much good. So we pull up to the gas station and he hands me the DS, a black model with New Super Mario Bros and no charger. Now we can all guess why there was no charger, right? Because people dont travel with the charger most of the time and that makes it hard to steal with the rest of the stuff. I hand him the PSP and he reached in his pocket. I see my buddy reaching for his hip and im thinking that im going to die over Nintendo. Thankfully, he just pulls out 50 cents to go buy a dutch.

The man gets back in the car and we take him back down the street, to where we picked him up at. We pull over, but the guy doesn't get out. He just sits. I say "Alright man. Nice doing business with you,", but nothing. He then proceeds to offer to sell me weed, coke, crack, pills, and bootleg movies. I turn him down and he exits. We proceed to haul ass down the street, eager to leave handgun range. All is forgotten with a night full of sky-box hockey, free beer, prime rib, and all kinds of treats.

The next edition of this post, probably up tomorrow, will be about the joys this (probably) stolen DS has brought me the past few days...

Mainly due to these guys...