I am a pinball wizard, if only for one night. Saved balls, extra balls, multiballs, free games, insane bonuses. Seventeen million on Simpson's Pinball Party; 21 million on Junkyard. I impressed the guys playing next to me so much they bought me a game, and I know that wasn't drunken flirting because I was clearly with Eric. I played for probably forty minutes on two dollars, all the while warding off Otto the bus driver, the Junkyard dog, and tipsy coworkers. Hi. That's nice. Can't talk. Playing pinball.
I probably shouldn't crow too much; the all-time high scores were in the neighborhood of 170 million. But usually I crap out almost immediately on ball after ball, patting myself on the back when I break 500,000. Something rare and wonderful must have been going on with my brain's electrical current or something.
