Wasn't much to speak on that hadn't been spoken on before, but the call came in just the same. There was a discussion to be had, there were interested parties. Oh, were there parties.
You've never known the depths of human depravity until you've braved the ravenous lines of a console launch on a cold November night. I'd been there before, and I wasn't going back.
Times change, and once in a while, even a man will change. In the end, though, we're all busted--just in different ways.