What the hell am I doing in this part of town, this time of night, thought Jim. I need to make some changes. Heard soft pops in the distance. Gunfire? He felt something scurry past his ankles. Checked his phone for the address. Couldn’t believe people lived this way. Elevator was out, of course. Trudged up to the fourth floor. This was his last chance. He really needed this. An aging hophead opened the door, looked both ways down the hall, ushered him in. Showed the goods. It was legit. The real stuff. As advertised. The dealer yesterday had tried to sell him a cheap imitation. “Mordor 3, famously discontinued mid production,” crowed the tweaker. “It only works on the Sega Genesis system. You got one of those?” In fact, Jim had picked one up earlier in the week. Now his quest was done. He mentally crossed off the last item on the list. If that didn’t satisfy the little bastard, nothing would. First light peeked into the dusty tenement. Making it look even more grim, if that was possible. Jim checked his watch. The bounce house would be delivered in a couple hours. Then the little animals would start to arrive. Looking for cake. A car alarm blared downstairs among angry shouts. Jim vowed to reexamine his parenting plan.
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