There was a time that kids (not unlike myself at the time) would spend their hard earned quarters on slurpees and arcade cabinets. There was a time when you could find these cabinets together, clustered in something called an "arcade". It was generally dark, or attached to a convenience store/put putt golf coarse, and always had a floor sticky enough to steal your sandals if you ran around too swiftly. Here there were the school yard legends, the kid that was unbeaten in Street Fighter, the kid that had the high score on Police Trainer, that smelly kid that played DDR all day every day after school and never seemed to shower.
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