Have a nice day unless you have other plans.
I sit and sulk in my busted recliner eating grapes, watching Gomez.
I’ve got chipmunks with bedhead popping out of of holes going “What the hell?”
PrimeCost to Play: dignityGame Type: angry stompingObjective: Learn to walk or dance, maybe? I really don’t know. I just cou…
Tsum-TsumCost to Play: many many dollarsGame Type: confusion/Disney enrichmentObjective: find the plastic ball that harbors Mickey’s soul; return it to him and cure him of lifel…
I prepared for my seizure.
It was like stepping into a Luc Besson fever dream. A Red Bull-charged rave on steroids sandwiched between neon and LED electro-bread.
You’ve ever been in a Yankee Candle store? Ya know how the thousands of different smells converge into a boxing glove-shaped cloud of mutant stink that punches you in the face and assaults your olfactory organs as you cross the threshold?
Blocky graphics. Pinball machines. Ash trays bolted to game cabinets. One-player. Two-players. AC/DC. Members Only. Nachos with jalapenos.
Abel’s game was Donkey Kong. If he claimed it, you were a fool to lay your quarter down.