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  • A few weeks ago me and The Renter (a.k.a. Sweetest Biscuit) bought a Supernintendo, something I've wished for since me and my brother got one for christmas when I was 12. Imagine the epic moment when I, 18 years later, took the Super Mario World virgin. Systematically I walked through every course, every world. Ghost houses, Reznors, Koopas and Chargin' Chucks without remarkable trouble. After 18 years of waiting me and Yoshi reunified and finally I could feed him with red apples again. The Renter expressed surprise about my Mario skills existing without limitation and that inwardly I'm a nerd.

    A nerd.

    What if I'd gotten that 18 years ago. What if I'd accepted that my prime time was at home playing video-games with my four year old younger brother and his friends instead of hanging out with my own so called friends playing grown up sneaking around with cigarettes in the grove by the skate ramp only because the cute guys were there. Instead of being a proud video-game nerd my desperate pursuit became to not be the last one with a guy's tongue meeting mine. To never be the only one who hadn't done what everyone else had. What I really did for pleasure, to be home nerding, had a merciless let's-keep-this-to-ourselves status.

    My life is comparable to Super Mario World. I've negotiated course after course, world after world. Ghosts, Reznors, Koopas in different shapes and a few overblown Chargin' Chucks have been standing in my way and in some amazing manner I've walked through every single one of them alive.

    So here I am, alive. I think I've reached Bowser, the final object. If I defeat him all secrets die. Every reason to pretend will be a reason to be sincere. If I defeat Bowser I'm free.
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