With the red ghost hot on his tail, he slams the joystick right which, after hitting a dead end at the top of the map, directing Ms. Pacman to turn.

It was a fast, decisive move because another ghost, the yellow one, had joined the pursuit from the left.

This isn’t good, Jon thought to himself as another wall was coming up and no fruit was in sight. To make matters worse, a pink ghost had just turned the corner blocking any chance of escape.

Wa. Wa. Wa. Game Over, flashes on the screen, he lets go of the joystick then turns around and leaves the arcade. Upon reentering the brightly lit mall, he realizes he’s in 1985. What gave it away was the neon everyone was wearing, along with the fact that there were far too many afros bobbing around for it to be any other time period.

Upon coming to this realization, and also wondering why, and how he got there, Jon woke up in a random bed, in a random house, in 1973.

Okay, now how did I get here, he thought as he attempted a poorly executed roll out of the bed, making a thud as he hit the floor. While laying there with his cheek pressed against the shag carpet, he was starting to come to terms with the fact that he had a splitting headache, and would be nursing a hangover for the rest of the day…

I release a new book every month about one of Jon’s full adventures. You’ll also be able to buy them on amazon at full price if you prefer them there. But other perks come with a subscription like the opportunity to name characters and be apart of my writing process.