Distraction

I was born a couple of months after Elvis passed on to life eternal. I think it was around six years later, in late autumn 1983, or early winter 1984 when, on a dark rainy evening, my father brought home a video game for my big brother and me. I’m not sure what it was, but it was ridiculously expensive (I remember heated discussions between mom and father about the instalments they’d have to pay), and, to my young mind, wonderfully impressive.

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