AUTHOR: Stephen TITLE: Click Here To See Proof I Exist DATE: 12/14/2004 01:03:00 PM ----- BODY:

Last night at a bar I saw something that really upset me. It wasn't seeing the tall guy an ex-girlfriend cheated on me with, or seeing this same guy making out with some dirty (literally) girl like the ship was going down. It also wasn't the Three Stooges antics of The Tenessee Titans on Monday Night Football. (Down by four, with fourteen seconds left in the fourth quarter, and one time out remaining, the Titans attempted a hook-and-ladder play but fumbled, surrendering a final, humiliating touchdown to the Chiefs.) Nope. It was the three people hogging the video game table; snorting lines of cocaine off of it and playing nothing but Galaga, when they could have been playing Ms. Pac Man. I'm not going to give a lecture on the negative aspects of cocaine. I do it occasionally, and though I'm glad minutes aren't kept at these meetings, I see its appeal. But it was Monday night. A Monday night in Greenpoint. Fuck Galaga too.

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