Nothing ruins your enjoyment of a video game

Nothing ruins your enjoyment of a video game like a boss monster leaping through the TV screen and into your room. I realized, right then, that buying from that mysterious game sho

with cyclops for sales assistants might not have been a good idea. Now there was a cyclops in my house. I put on my golden fleece and

found myself swag as hell. I couldn't help but to put up my steel and gold choppers and deck myself with boughs of bling. I went all flavor flav on tha cyclopean homes.

America wasn't turning out to be all I hoped it would be. There were no Applebee's or street hotdogs or Empire State Buildings in sight and I've already been robbed.

The gold-paved streets and fountains of wine proved elusive, but the rude denizens made me feel right at home. My heart warmed at every "up yours," and I smiled when pedestrians

gestured rudely. It reminded me of home.

And just like that, a wave of nostalgia washed over me. Mom would cuss out Dad, then Dad would give Mom the 1-finger salute, while we kids cowered in the corner, scared but amused.

It's no wonder I protested in the 60's. The 1-finger salute as a way to be cool without effort & I turned my mother's colorful language to good use as a stand-up at the Improv.

I also wore her vintage tie-dyed t-shirt. Either it had magical powers of its colorful decade, the 1-finger salute was back in style, because I'm now the owner of the Improv!