It's a grocerystorebecause I brokemycontroloverthesedudesmadefunofme.
Said I wasbadbecause I had a terribleHewentoutsidehisdoor.
Okay, Theonlything I wantedtodisplaythelightsontheXbox a green, but I can't nevergetthroughthescreensaverandthedashtowardsmywifesoldlikeWhat's a moviewithme?
I want a stupidmovie, brotherbrotherPlaywiththreeButthejigisupShitinthestreet.
I'm goingoutofmymindWithmyvideogames, I gottamake a change.
It's incredible, butWalMartisopen 24 hours a dayoffinthenextthree.
Putthepedaltothefloorwillget a newcontroller.
I won't decideanymore.
When I getthere, they'reallsoldout.
I feltmyknees.
Whatam I gonnadonow?
I'maGameover.
Itmightsound a littlecrazywiththatway.
I'm goingcrazyinsidemyshirt.
SofromalltheteaisourGodGamesonwasout.
SowasRadioJack.
All I reallywantedmycontrollerback.
Howcan I livemylifewithoutgaming?
It's like I'm anartistand I havenobrushforpainting.
Like I'm a racecardriverwithnocarforracing, thereisnoreplacement.
Feelingthepressunderjustwaytogo, Mickey D's Chickennuggetsrisein a coop.
Putthesamehappymeal.
ThisismyLastSupper.
It's beenonewholedaysince I lostmylover.
I getthat, butgoanotherday, evensoemptyinside, consumedbydefeating.
Then I seeitinthehandsofsomekidrainbowbuttonsand a joystick.
It's an X boxcontroller, whatintheworldRunnerCasterandrunsaway.