Eddie is in the process of selling some shit, so I felt inclined to use this opportunity to get an actual TV in my apartment's living room. The one currently in use is about 19 inches worth of screen and runs on the power of burning charcoal. I'm gonna admit... I'll be glad to get rid of the stink of burning wood with a TV that actually runs on good old electricity.
I told Eddie I'd pick up the TV today and pay him once our first clership check comes in. Unfortunately, being close friends and inviting Eddie to be a groomsman at my wedding doesn't create enough trust to forgo having to pay him upfront. Hahaha. It's no big deal anyway. I can fork over the 50 bucks now... must be gremlins around my apartment I haven't mugged yet.
He also offered to sell me his old X-Box for a reasonable price, but I had to pass on that one. Why? Because the chance... the possibility... dare I say, the danger that I would spend every free minute playing Halo 2 online is far too great. I can easily imagine nights with my awake until 3 am laughing as I headshot fellow players from across a map with a sniper rifle as I scream, "How does that shit feel, mother fucker?!?" into my head set microphone.
Undoubtedly, my rucus would prompt a call to the police from my neighbors in their efforts to get some sleep. Answering the knock on my apartment door, I would crazily respond to the officers with a snide, "Is a crime to pistol whip newbs to death while playing a video game? Because if it is, you best put me away for life!"
Lucikly for me, a tox-screen won't show any traces of Halo-fever. Fair enough? You bet your ass that's fair enough.
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Aw, you're awesome, Chris! I miss you and Kelly and all that craziness that ensues!
-Kristin
We miss ya too, Kris. When you come down to visit for one of the holidays, we'll have to par-tay with you and Jason.
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