The Last Game on the Shelf
Walter Ray Williams Jr and the fine art of lowered expectations
"Make it fast, alright? I don't want you two dawdling around in there for ages," my dad told Stephen and me. We jumped from the car and rushed into the well-known environment of our local video shop. The persistent drizzle had transformed everything outside into a bleak, rain-soaked scene.
Perfect conditions for staying cocooned…
