my friend jim is visiting LA and doin some business. he brought his playstation 2. it sits in the living room, over my left shoulder. right there. from here where I work and from where I type this right now. it just sits there. i think it watches me. it mocks me, that I know for sure.

" bobby, come touch my padded controller. come on, touch it. what, too busy working? now that's funny. you -- working. no, seriously. funny shit, kool bobby. "

" hey, leave me alone. I have work to do."

" your killing me you lying bastard. jim told me all about you. "

" ok, that's enough. " ( I go to unplug it )

" wo - hey , just kiddin bobby. heh . hey - I got karaoke too -- huh ?"

" karaoke, huh ? "