Thursday, December 6, 2012

chapter 23

After the summer of 1987 , I had four months to meander aimlessly before my plane boarded for Australia . And what better way to spend the time than to scam people at bubble hockey .

My gig was simple . I would show up at the video arcade with a friend , then just barely beat him , making me look quite vincible .

I was not .

One kid was a little prick . I did not give him his money back . As for all the others . I just wanted to add to the drama . Their money was safe , they just didn't know it until the game was over .

I was later informed that the teenagers (and young adults) had thought that I was a "narc". But that is no excuse for getting the shit kicked out of you . With that crew , I never lost a game .  

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