😴 Playing Ms. Pacman

As the red ghost chased me up the screen I slammed the joystick right after hitting the wall at the top op of the screen to make Ms. Pac-man go right and get away from the red ghost.

It was a fast, decisive move because a yellow ghost was coming at me from the left. He I had two on my tail.

This isn’t good, I thought to myself. Another wall was coming up. No fruit in sight and a blue ghost had just turned the corner and was heading my way.

There was no chance, I was surrounded with not salvation in sight…

Wa. Wa. Wa.

I lost and turned around to leave the arcade, but soon I realized I was located in 1985 Thailand. I knew this because there was way too much neon scattered down the walls of the streets. Along with that were also far too many afros and scrunchies for it to be any other time period.

Upon realizing this, and also wondering why and how I got there, I woke up in a random bed in a random house in Buenos Aries in 2090.

Okay, now how did I get here, I thought as I attempted a poorly executed roll out of the bed while coming to terms with the fact that I had a splitting headache and would be nursing a hangover for the rest of the day…

Then I sent went to a gift shop, got that post card, and wrote to you.