Playing old school Mario with kids, Super Mario 2 actually, makes me think of my life. It’s entirety. Growing up in San Carlos. Going over to friends’ houses and playing games for hours.
Seeing the value of late night, the earliest of mornings… time to write, to self, to change and re-write narrative.
3pm. Can’t wait till dark.
Now they play street fighter, reminding me of when I’d play this in a coin-op, in that baseball card shop on Laurel Street.
Life is moving quick. Need exert more control. Be more of a writer. Write this fucking story I need it sequence.