Slouched on the sofa in front of the video console, Josh managed to erase all conscious thought. His mind and body became pure electric impulse and simultaneous action. It was a thing of beauty.
Entire civilizations were saved, puzzles solved, outrageous slam dunks performed. There was truly nothing Josh couldn’t do. There would soon follow a reality TV show, an NBA MVP - hell, even a Nobel Prize was within his reach if he applied himself.
His life was destined to be chronicled by bards in the decades to come. History textbooks would tout his accomplishments, parents would tell their children bedtime stories of his exploits.
“Josh, are you still here?” his mother called from the garage where she had just pulled in after work. “You’re already half an hour late for work! Get your ass off the couch and get going, while you still have somewhere to go!”
Josh’s mind snapped to – a sinking feeling told him he’d once again lost himself in a parallel universe, where the only thing that mattered was reaction time and the speed with which you could press buttons.
“That bitch ruins everything” he muttered as he snatched the keys from the counter and headed off to work another dreadful shift at Jack in the Box.
Jack in the Box? Jack in the Box? That made me spit my coffee and choke. I love this one!!!
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