I might even be a rockstar

Back in the day, wayy back in the day going out to the arcade was an adventure. It was an experience that rivaled christmas, halloween, and any other childhood outing in terms of sheer exuberance and hilarity. Me and my friend Robin would get dropped off at the mall get about 20 dollars and we would get quarters from it and play until the whole thing ran out. Usually Mortal Kombat or the X-men game. I remember the X-mean the most vividly, we passed through level after level defeating various henchmen and bosses and continuing to replenish and reup and keep playing after numerous defeats. It all seemed so magical at the time, so inspiring as we both came from small towns in the country, and I personally was never allowed acess to any kind of video game system. For those few hours it felt as if we were gods of the arcade, we owned and kicked some ass. Good times.