electricpanda
I pull the cigarette out in haste, causing four more to follow and end up on the floor. "Fuck," I whisper as I light the chosen one with my shaking hand. "Fuck," I repeat to no one but my self as I bend down to pick up the others. "Fuck," I say out loud as the tear start to fall down my face. I take a long drag, and put my hand to face.
The day we got our wii, I was excited and apprehensive. We are trying to save money, pay off debts, but our buddy gave us an amazing deal and a ton of games. Would we get carried away and spend all our money on games? It turns out those first two weeks we would spend more on batteries than anything.
The wii came with a sensor bar, as it should. Ours was different. It was a special, awesome, wireless one. Although we had a battery charger, we only had four rechargable batteries. Those went into the sensor bar, and we used regular batteries for the controllers. We told each other that we would go buy more chargeable ones, but we were always so desperate to make to the trip. We would be drunk and rushed, three, four, five in the morning, and would walk next door to the gas station to pick up batteries. They were generic brand, cheap yet overpriced, silver bullets that would not live up to our late night marathons.
We would switch batteries out of the remotes to put into the sensor bar, until those were done charging; move the ones from cameras into controllers; our batteries were homeless children being swapped from one foster home to another. We would play one player games, because we didn't have enough for both controllers.
Life was better when we bought a new sensor bar. An older, wired model that our cat likes to attack.