Game Theory

I’ve just moved to the next screen after another dollar and I’m a hero a man looks over my shoulder he slurs his speech he falls down the front steps and takes a swing at the person who helps him to the apartment across the street where he lives for his convenience after his fifth DUI (he says he has a house somewhere and a mail order bride) another gulps a twenty-four ounce beer and says the other is as good as gold when he isn’t drunk and the bartender says his tab pays the light bill but sitting at the screen I match numbers and colors in patterns clear the screen as if a world collapses making way for another and I can live another life if I chose another game I can be anything and a lady hugs another patron and is gone before he can respond while neon lights tint a window red and blue