My friends all talked about some videogame like it was the most important thing in the world; they just didn’t speak about anything else. I hadn’t actually played a videogame since I was a teenager but the way they went on about it I just couldn’t resist. I went down and bought the latest console and a limited edition copy of the game. I was actually a little excited as I watched the opening propaganda and felt my way around the controller. I played the game for about seven minutes before I got bored; it was one of those shitty fantasy world of bullshit games like Zelda where nothing actually happens and I just couldn’t handle it. It was strange how much I had changed over the past decade; ten years ago I would’ve played that game until the wee hours of the morning; I would’ve fought sleep to continue the adventure. Was I no longer interested in fictional worlds or ideas? There really was only one way to find out. The following day I traded the gaming equipment in and bought a couple of grams of white heroin. I can now confirm that I am still very much interested in fictional worlds. Two months ago I was worried about the $500 outlay for the gaming system; I’m already 17 grand in on this new adventure.