A few weeks ago I got back in touch with Alex, whom I used to play CS with late at night when I lived on Fell and Fillmore St. in San Francisco. We would play for hours, wearing our headsets and keeping up a steady banter while we went about the business of fantasy violence and struggle, part of a strange and invisible subculture that I won't try to explain.
I'm living somewhere else now, he is too, and after a year of this and that we have begun to get together again. We are playing a new game now, with new names and new rules, but underneath it is the same. Mostly young men, sitting alone in quiet houses late at night, looking through that glowing screen at a little world made just for them. And as I sit alone in my quiet house, awake when all others are sleeping, I am grateful for the company.
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it's 2:18am and I'm awake. Unfortunately I have to xbox, ps2 and I'm stuck with a g4 mac, which means no games, bucko. I just masturbate and read about screen printing. Sometimes it's to late to be active.
Hmmm, I can't imagine staying up late anymore. Mine is a world of leaving the house before dawn, trying to shake street dogs from my heel. Night owl young men scare me, make me jealous, not for attention or inclusion, just for the freedom they've allowed themselves to avoid this nagging need to go to bed. I'm glad you posted, Jay. I miss you.
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