My Nes
My parents bought me an NES thirty years ago in 1988.
At the time owning that video game console was great..
But by today's standards, owing an NES is no big deal.
Dad was furious because I played so much that we had a $300 electric bill.
I told Dad to stop being a grump.
Then he took my NES to the dump.
I cried like a baby because I could no longer play Mike Tyson's Punch-out.
When I first played that game, I couldn't understand how it came about.
I figured that Nintendo's employees were doing drugs when they made it.
The opponents were giants and I controlled a shrimp when I played it.
I was so good at playing it that I could beat Mike Tyson during the first round.
I cussed Dad out for throwing away my NES and he knocked me to the ground.
Before he clobbered me, I had all of my teeth but I wound up with ten less.
It's been thirty years since I've played any video games but I still miss my NES.
Copyright © Randy Johnson | Year Posted 2018
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