
At their best though, the games were tense and addictive and required skilful minds. Sometimes, a little imagination and willingness is all you need.
Though I, with my Muppet puppets and Betty Boop figurines, was a little too young for text adventures, I well remember my brother in his desk chair under the brimming fluorescent light in our basement, the blue screen reflected in his glasses, his mind forever voyaging.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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