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The Gamer Boy
Mar. 21st, 2009 02:21 amThere wasn’t much going on today. I had started to think all the colorful people had stayed home. But this one boy, a white boy with black dread locks that had intermixed pink locks here and there. He showed up, waiting for his ride. He had come to the welfare office today, hours before I even got to work. He came to go to the morning Job Fair. They have one ever Friday it seems. Why people would go to a job fair on a Friday I don’t know, seeing as that tends to be the last thing on anyone’s mind on a Friday. But none the less, here he was.
I respected him for that moment, hearing him talk about the job talk and all. He couldn’t be more then 19? Maybe younger. Talking about wanting to support his mum and his little sister, and wanting a good job. Talking about how he wanted to make sure they were alright. It was cute, but all I could think was “Damn… you want a job? You’re going to lose those beautiful dreadlocks! Noooo” cus they were so clean and pretty.
He then started talking about how he had to also help support his habit. Oh great, a habit. What was it? Gaming. He’s a gamer. He has a PS2, a PS3, a PSP, A DSLite, A Game Cube, and a Wii. He rambled all this off, along with other games, and I just stood there stunned. He was saving to get himself a refurbished xbox as well it seemed. I could only think “damn, that is hard core” and blurted out stupidly “if you get a job to make money to support your gaming habit, wouldn’t you be spending all your gaming time working?”
He said he already figured that one out, and had a schedule set aside for consuls gaming, and PC gaming (He’s into WoW as well). He had it all planned out, what days to play what and when, what days to work and so on. Again I was thinking, “Wow, this kid is nuts. Why would you plan something like that out? Isn’t gaming done on a whim? And what if work screws with that?” I was sure he didn’t have it ALL planned out. He obviously never had a job before.
And then his mama comes pulling up. A sweeeeeet black car, polished and detailed. Some over priced model that gleamed and sparkled and poked your eye out by looking at it. She has her hair done, and long nails, and a blue tooth in her ear. The little girl leaning out the window yelling for her brother, yelling him name across the lot. He looked at me, grinned and said “There is my ride. Bye! It was nice talking to you!” (not that I got much in word wise). And he took off, hiking his pants up as he ran around and hopped into the other side. They drove off in a gleam of spinning hubcaps and bumping bad music.
I’m… not sure… what to think now. I really am not. I can’t even form words now.
I respected him for that moment, hearing him talk about the job talk and all. He couldn’t be more then 19? Maybe younger. Talking about wanting to support his mum and his little sister, and wanting a good job. Talking about how he wanted to make sure they were alright. It was cute, but all I could think was “Damn… you want a job? You’re going to lose those beautiful dreadlocks! Noooo” cus they were so clean and pretty.
He then started talking about how he had to also help support his habit. Oh great, a habit. What was it? Gaming. He’s a gamer. He has a PS2, a PS3, a PSP, A DSLite, A Game Cube, and a Wii. He rambled all this off, along with other games, and I just stood there stunned. He was saving to get himself a refurbished xbox as well it seemed. I could only think “damn, that is hard core” and blurted out stupidly “if you get a job to make money to support your gaming habit, wouldn’t you be spending all your gaming time working?”
He said he already figured that one out, and had a schedule set aside for consuls gaming, and PC gaming (He’s into WoW as well). He had it all planned out, what days to play what and when, what days to work and so on. Again I was thinking, “Wow, this kid is nuts. Why would you plan something like that out? Isn’t gaming done on a whim? And what if work screws with that?” I was sure he didn’t have it ALL planned out. He obviously never had a job before.
And then his mama comes pulling up. A sweeeeeet black car, polished and detailed. Some over priced model that gleamed and sparkled and poked your eye out by looking at it. She has her hair done, and long nails, and a blue tooth in her ear. The little girl leaning out the window yelling for her brother, yelling him name across the lot. He looked at me, grinned and said “There is my ride. Bye! It was nice talking to you!” (not that I got much in word wise). And he took off, hiking his pants up as he ran around and hopped into the other side. They drove off in a gleam of spinning hubcaps and bumping bad music.
I’m… not sure… what to think now. I really am not. I can’t even form words now.