Thursday, August 9, 2007


Pimps
Originally uploaded by escaped.monkey.

One moment you're fishing pennies out of a Pringles tube to afford some popcorn chicken, and the next you're drinking champagne in the back of a stretch hummer, surrounded by a curious mixture of people who like you, people who are paid to like you, and people who will not make eye contact with you, even when you press the button that makes lasers shoot around the ceiling. This is the life of a games journalist.

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