CapitalismHoplz

It was a warm summer day like any other, hot and lazy as the electronic clock read “twelve thirty-two. The weather peaked at its hottest and I couldn’t peal myself from the computer screen even if I wanted to as I talked to Kenta, a buddy from high school and classic game console and video game junkie. His room was a tangled mess of connections from even the old Atari systems with stuff like Pac-Man inserted into the slot and the old SEGA and Nintendo posters plastered all over the walls the last I saw it, but it’s too hot to even walk the four buildings’ length to visit and go down memory lane with those classics as