Life imitates video games? Monkeys poo like people!

Half Life 2 is one of my favorite computer games (although it led to the destruction of my laptop). My old roommate and I bought it (he probably bought it to be honest) when we first moved to NYC. We lived in this factory in Williamsburg and he and I lived in separate plywood boxes in this industrial basement. I was working as a waiter at the time so I’d often come home really late and stay up playing the game until I could fall asleep. Let’s get a few things straight, this game is scary. It’s apocalyptic in nature and takes place in a futuristic-nuclear-holocaust-end-times-totalitarian universe (Where you have to fight headcrabs that steal your brain!!). Well, late at night, in my box (next to my roommate’s box), in the factory basement, alone in the dark I would play this game and scare myself shitless. I would involuntarily scream from terror and my poor roommate Alden, probably despised my guts at the time (still does). If you’ve read this far in this post you might ask “what the fuck is your point rick?” And to that I’d say, I went to the NY Times after a heads up from Matt, and I thought the cover was an article about Half Life 2.

 

Actually, it’s about our futuristic-nuclear-Holocaust-end-times-totalitarian universe. Specifically Georgia…

If you hear any reports about headcrabs…you better find an elctro-magnetic taser gun fast.