Growing up, we didn't have much money. My big sister and I found enjoyment out of empty boxes and sticks while the kids down the street were playing their Nintendo 64's and Gameboys. I longed to be one of them. When my mom got promoted at work and we actually started making decent money, she spent it on whole grain bread and expensive bicycles. All I wanted was a Playstation, jeez.
I bought my first Gameboy Advance with money I saved when I was thirteen. I played some Power Puff Girls game for about two weeks and then forgot about it completely. I also had a brief love affair with Spyro the Dragon and Bloody Roar for Playstation. But never have I felt an attachment to a video game like I do now.
Grand Theft Auto IV is consuming my life.
In the past two days, I have spent hours stealing cars, beating people up and running from the cops. It is a terrible, terrible game, but I can't get enough of it.
Someone give me an intervention.