Great times at Good Time

It started out like any other day: I was plucking out pound after pound of nose hair and weaving it into lockets to send my fan club - the best way to spend your days off, trust me. On about my 30th one, I got an invitation to go to the closing celebration at Good Time - a veritable cornucopia of childhood nostalgia. I meditated for a moment in preparation of pummeling some fools in skee ball, then out the door to enjoy the final day this place would ever be open. (soon to be replaced by an Ikea! Hot damn!)
Naturally, this is a place best spent with lots of friends, so the mass text i sent got almost no response. Whatever. I make my own fun and it's really easy when you have ADD. There ended up being three of us (in addition to the dozen people I didn't take time to get to know.)
This place is in the industrial anus of the city. To get there, we went into the highest crime density part of Boston, ran across a 6-lane highway, passed a bunch of smokestacks (that looked casually simpson-esque), and trekked the glass/ hypodermic needle covered ground.
This place was what dreams were made of...if your dreams have drunken, tattooed white trash families in wife beaters, weaving through clouds of cigarette smoke, that is. That aside, we had all one could ask: Free food, batting cages, go carts, an arcade, handfuls of hot jail bait, and a BAR with cheap pitchers.

Done. Downing three pitchers and wandering through a maze of arcade games can't be wrong. They may look like shit compared to my 360, but I was all for it. After hitting the classics like time crisis & cruisin world, I was ready for some "physical" activity. I got my ass kicked at skee ball despite my ego, so I decided to play an individual sport: the throw-the-football-through-the-hole game thingy. I have a great arm, so I surely couldn't fail at this! Well in my stride and just drilling them through, the unexpected unexpectedly occured: the cinematic slow-motion ricochet; The football somehow bounces back out of the hole, over my head (even though I'm so tall), nails a little kid in the chest and sends him to the sticky ground. My first inclination was to run, but my score was too good and I wanted to finish. So after my timer blared, I rushed over to check on him, and his mom immediately followed. "What happened!?" I told her and somehow still looked like the hero? Her bedroom eyes were beckoning like she could use another illegitimate child, so i told her what any smart man in my shoes would have: "Uh, yeah...I've gotta go play some video games now..."

Giggling to myself at how much fun I was having, I stumbled across god's gift to generation X: The Ninja Turtles Arcade Game. One other stranger joined and it was on. After pumping in token after unaccounted for token, we reigned victorious! So much fun that I decided to beat it a second time!
In the dwindling minutes of the night, I gave my Over 21 bracelet to some hoodlums that had tried to steal my beer, and set up a "hammock date" with a girl for the Ikea opening day. With a contact name like Samantha Good Times, she can't be bad.

What better way to relive middle school than without the bowl-cut and glasses?

POSTSCRIPT: In googling the Good Time Photo, I found out about the murders that have been perpetrated there.
P.P.S Girls on the Wave Runner Game look far too erotic for their own good. The only waves they were riding were the waves of lust!