This brings back a horrible memory... I remember this one time, a time not so long ago, in a bedroom not really all that far away... considering I'm sitting in it, my Dual Shock 2 controller got shattered after an... unforeseen event.
I refused to fix it as I knew my stubborn side would be like "Dude, you're such a pussy, you broke it and now you have to fix it up, you idiot, you could have just NOT broke it, is it worth it now, IS IT WORTH IT NOW?!".
As she was just lying there in pieces, a pathetic shadow of a controller, all of the others, her former comrades sitting on they're approtopriate place in my book shelf looking down as she begged for mercy, sniggering at her, the sound of Xbox 360 triggers clicking like hyenas in hysterical laughter, the cries of a thousand young mens reactions to hitting the Xbox guide button by accident while playing a game of CoD4, or during an intense shotgun battle in Gears of War (we all know that horrid cry of anguish)... or whatever laughing controllers would actually sound like if you happened to be on LSD.
I could practically hear her begging me as I slept that night "Richard, please.. it hurts, Richard help me, please God, the pain, why do you make me suffer like this, OH GOD THE PAIN...", I refused to acknowlegdge it as I lay there, pulling the blankets over my head, and everntually muffling all possible sound out with, God forbid I went this far, the Backstreet Boys.
But it wasn't enough to seal away my guilt, so I picked all her poor... insides up, chuckling especially childishly as I found one part that resembled a nipple, put them on the table and sat there intensely fixing her up, sweat dripping from my brow as I left the Goddamn heating on and was too lazy to open a window (you are now hearing Team America's "Montage").
After several long minutes, I decided "Fuck it" and chucked her in the bin, drank my sadness into a dark abyss, most likely my toilet... and laughed alongside my Hyena 360 controllers, singing the Lion King's "Be Prepared".
