Evan and I played the absolute shit out of video games when we were young. I really hated losing to him (especially in sports games). Nine times out of ten it would be a close game. Right at the end he would screw me over like the Brady-Manning rivalry. Madden, Ken Griffey Jr, and even racing games he would beat me everytime.
When the new system came out it used cd's instead of cartridges. Being the little hacker bastards we were, it was now time to learn how to copy games. Evan could really be happy with a new game a month. Not me. I wanted every fucking game that was ever made. Why? Why the fuck not? I had a dream that I could one day have every game. I found a special chip on the internet to override the copied disks.
It was now time to screw over the system. Evan and I would ride our bikes to Blockbuster and rent 3 games at a time. I would copy those games and bring them right back to the store that day and say they were terrible. The manager would tell me too bad. Using my inner car salesman I wouldn't take no for an answer. I told the manager that I really hated the games and that I really wanted to get three games i liked for the weekend. The next day I would bring those games back and said they didn't work and get three more! How the hell did I do that? The next day there was a new manager working. I'm an asshole. That's nine games in one weekend that I copied! It was addictive to get games so I made it happen until Evan grew tired of my bullshit.
Evan and I rode bikes everywhere. Whether it was basketball,blockbuster,or even sal's snowballs, we rode bikes anywhere in old Metairie. One day I knew Evan was going to boycott more video games because we just got 9 new ones a few days ago. My Tony Montana addiction was really taking over my life at this point.
On this particular ride I lied to Evan and said hey let's go eat at Burger King. Little did he know that we were going to make another hit at Blockbuster and copy more games on the way back. We were about two blocks away from my goal so I decided to tell him that we were also going to Blockbuster to get more games. Evan told me that he wasn't going to Blockbuster after we ate. I told Evan that he was messing up our collection and turning into a pussy over the situation. Evan then told me to go fuck myself and told me I was crazy. I REALLY WAS CRAZY. I couldn't help it. I had to get more and more like the games were cocaine!
Evan turns his bike around after I was an asshole to him and heads home. I'm still going to get my fucking games even if it kills me. About ten minutes after the arguement,TAKAW!!!!! Yeah I got hit by a Chevy Suburban. Not the new pussy plastic ones!!!The old suburbans that were made of pure metal. I got hit so hard,that the bike's tire was pushed into the frame. I obviously had a concussion because I was trying to get back on my bike and continue my journey to illegal copyrighting games! The guy jumps out of his Suburban and says hey man you can't leave we have to call your parents!
I go inside of this douchebags tire business and he calls my mom. The way he makes the phone call is the best part. He calls my mom (who just had the twins a few weeks ago) and says mam your son has been hit by a car. Then he pauses. My mom thinks I'm dead so she's screaming. My step dad runs up to the phone and says what happened!!!! She says Gary was run over by a car!!! I grab the phone from the tard guy and say he forgot to tell you that I'm alive!Evan is sitting in our room and he's playing playstation and gets yelled at for leaving me. The guy ends up buying me a new bike even though I could have sued him for his business. I think the Suburban knocked the addiction out of me after that day.
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