-by Dylan DiBona
There I was in Costco, perhaps five or six years old, asking my father for a PlayStation 2. At the time, I had no idea what a PlayStation was, or video games, all I knew is I wanted a PlayStation 2. I don’t fully commit to the idea of “fate”, but if it does exist then there is no doubt in my mind that my ignorant asking for a PlayStation 2 was fate.
I love video games. I am willing to admit that I love video games over certain family members (the negligent ones of course). They distract me, they make me think, they make me excited and most importantly, they make me happy. But with any hobby, especially the stationary ones, they come with health problems.
The story I’m about to tell is 100% mine, and absolutely true. I don’t tell it as an attack on…
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