I look at light from both sides now.
His mother taught him well… walk away and never take food from strangers.
Trying to get a bird’s eye view.
There was a time if you wanted to prove yourself at the video games, you had to stare down your opponent face to face, eye to eye. You don’t hide behind a screen or an avatar. You don’t talk shit over a microphone. You lay down a stack of quarters, show him you mean business and grab hold of the joystick. You feel the earth shake around you and your opponent as both of you twist and shake the controls. You see the hate in his eyes when you manage to perform the perfect combination to bring down his man. You cower and scream as your opponent returns the favor and curses you into your face. You feel the various pairs of eyes behind you as a crowd forms to watch this epic showdown. You hear their every cheer… for you and against you. And when the game is over, the last quarter spent, no matter who won or lost, you look your opponent in the eyes and leave. Whether you say your goodbyes and congratulate him, or not say a word, there is nothing better than a true arcade experience.