Friday, 12 August 2011

You Lose

He used to wear a baseball cap and when he would remove it, his locks would fall all over his face. He was 17, he wore Police sunglasses and little did he know that a few years later, he'd start balding. He was so concentrated on the game but once in awhile, he'd look over at me, just to make sure I was there, looking over his shoulder, watching him play Street Fighter at the arcade at the mall near the house. If he lost, he would reach into his light coloured jeans and grab another quarter, slip it into the machine and play again. I was eight, and two years later, the arcade closed and became a dental office.

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