Before I started school my mother sometimes would have to bring me in to work with her when she couldn’t find a baby sitter. She worked in a restaurant in a bowling alley, during the day it wasn’t very busy so she would be running the place on her own. There were a few regulars who would give me quarters to play the Galaga machine, and sometimes they’d give me a couple bucks and I’d go across the building to the arcade for some Spy Hunter and Donkey Kong.

How utterly nightmarish it is to imagine your bones heating up under heavy load.