Game Over.
Shit... I don't have any more quarters. Oh well...
Inflation has caused the arcade to charge a dollar per game now. I don't think I want to keep playing anyway.
This game blows...
Life eh??
Yeah.. At least in the game I was somebody. Hero, villain.......... tormented soul seeking revenge. Doesn't matter. I simply empty a mag into whatever problem I have. Nonetheless I still feel empty. I have everything I need. Health, rations, a kick ass ride. I still haven't gotten to the part where I save the pretty blond though. Hell, will I even make it that far?? I'm running low on ammo and it seems I'm not even close..
When does the blond show up so I can finally beat this damn game.
Goon after goon goes down and still no girl...
What if...... maybe in my complete disregard for human life,
I planted one............................right between her eyes?!?
I wouldn't even know.
I would be fighting to save someone that doesn't exist.
Someone who's life I, myself, took...
Something hate allowed to happen.
All this hatred for really no reason.
Maybe I shoul---
Game Over.
Look at you...that was a really good post.
ReplyDeleteBut...are you now telling me you're looking for blondes? I thought you were into older brunettes. :o)
Your writing intrigues me.
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Great post EJ. If you ever discover the line between what is real and what is not real, let me know. I will tell you this 115 degrees in the desert, well, that is frailing real! :-D
ReplyDeleteYour writing is very introspective, reminds me a great deal of a large phase in my life that I just moved out of. We should talk sometime. =)
ReplyDeleteIsn't it just terrifying that you may hit her between the eyes?
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