The Nintendo Generation

My girlfriend and I are in the waiting room at a Denver hospital… needless to say, we are waiting. At the other end of this particular wing is the oncology ward and as you can imagine, there are droves of patients walking the hall with their IV bags in tow. It’s depressing. I understand how that can be viewed as a selfish comment, but it’s true… seeing these people, assumed to be on the brink of death, is really fucking depressing. Although I am a realist and negative thoughts cross my mind, I cannot stand being down. When I feel down, I do my damnedest to bring myself back up… usually through entertainment. This is quite possibly how life on Earth will end, not by a meteor or implosion, but by me trying to entertain myself.

The girlfriend now has her head on my shoulder, apparently she can sense the sadness as well. I lean over to kiss the part in her hair when a gentleman passes by. You can see the corner of a white bandage sticking out from the cap on his head. Not a baseball cap, but a cancer cap. OK, maybe it’s more of a helmet than a cap, but it’s not a retard helmet. It’s made of shiny blue plastic, it covers his whole head and it has these molded in blue sideburns protectors. It’s inadequate because this guy has mutton chops. I can feel the girlfriend raise her head, as to acknowledge this gentleman stumbling past us, when I lean in and scream in her ear, “HOLY SHIT, IT’S MEGA MAN!”

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  1. I loved “but it’s not a retard helmet.” HA HA HA! I’m going to hell for laughing out loud at that one!!

      1. Oh yeah, you remind me of a friend. Granted, I want to lock him a cage half the time, but still. 😉

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