I stand there just taking everything in.

I stand there just taking everything in. "Wow! My old place on Alice Street didn't have a living room like this," I mutter to myself. I will be moved in next Saturday. Finally.

It has taken a long time to find a good place I can afford! I will live next door to whole foods market.

The sit. I am using the same glasses that I normally do. Those who are in the picture from the police. Markets are the best way to get to privileged people who are not

intelligent to buy their garbage. Those damn, rich idiots. How are they rich in the first place? Makes you wonder what type of 'small loans' they were given to from their parents.

"Your money's no good to me, you damned, spoiled rich kids!" I sneered foolishly. In the end they didn't buy my car or my garage. Instead they hired every hobo from the tracks to

Plant sunflowers on my lawn. Then one of the rich kids broke into my house, trying to steal my most prized possession! My old copy of "Super Mario 64"!

This was the limited edition, too, the one with unused voice clips from Charles Martinet where he accidentally said a bunch of curse words as Mario and they recorded it.

He took it home & accidentally put it into his Retarder Station. It started playing in reverse & the limited edition voice clips of Mario invoked a Big Boss right there in his bedr

aggled reality. "How did this happen?" he shouted into the dark, empty room. He realized that online friends and Folding Story was all he had.