>A few short days before Crispy Gamer suddenly stroked out, pooped itself, and went to website heaven–R.I.P., old girl–I met a man who had recently done a stint behind the counter at a New York City-area GameStop. As he told me his tales of woe, I began to write them down, hoping to turn the stories into a much larger piece for CG.Once CG gave up its ghost, I figured there was no reason for this story–which felt important to me–to die along with it. The result: a massive seven thousand-word piece that my friend, writer and editor Susan Arendt,…
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Was sitting at my desk having a cup of coffee yesterday morning when the kitten, as is her habit these days, leapt onto the desk and began her search for pens, paperclips, rubberbands, batteries, etc. Basically anything she can knock to the floor and bat around for 10 to 15 minutes. As she surveyed the desk, she spun around, turning her backside towards me. Her tail happened to be hoisted high, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her butthole. And there, pinned in the halo of fur surrounding her butthole, was a dark pebble of poop. With all the time…
