The heavy distortion of Janet Jackson’s "Black Cat" screams through my foam headphones, barely drowning out the scratchy static of my FM tuner as I stomp my Doc Martens against the gritty pavement. I’m hunkered down in my oversized flannel, catching the muffled chime of a neighbor’s television blasting the 16-bit theme of a Super Nintendo through a screen door.
Everything about that console’s graphics looks totally phat, a sharp contrast to the grey soot-stained sky and the distant clatter of a chimney sweep’s gear echoing down the alley. I turn the volume up until the world is just a vibrating rhythm of grunge and white noise.
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