CJ takes a long drag on his cigarette, slowly letting the smoke fill his already weakened lungs. He glances down at his whiskey sour, nearly empty. Exhaling with a small cough, he stirs the one remaining ice cube with his middle finger before touching it to his lips to get a taste of the watered-down Maker’s Mark. Still cold. He puts his cigarette out and finishes the drink in a single swig.
Setting the glass aside, he turns back to his computer screen and stares at the words “Review: Mario Sports Superstars,” the only words he has been able to type in nearly 40 minutes. He reaches to the end of his desk for his copy of the game. For the third time in the last hour, he reads the sales pitch on the back of the packaging, wondering if there was something, anything he had missed over the 20 hours he had spent with the game.
But he knows there is neither stone left unturned, no secret mode nor password that could make the game worth actually recommending. So he sets the case back down and pops his neck to the right. As he brings his fingers to the illuminated keyboard of his four-year-old MacBook, he mutters, “Let’s get this over with.”
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