So the first and perhaps only experience I had with GTA was in 1999. A friend in the goth-industrial-club scene was having a birthday party, and invites me out to her apartment in Phoenix. There are plenty of people at the party, late into the night. We sample rare bottles of lambic ale and enjoy the goth vibes. I linger for far too long. I suppose some of us crash out and sleep late into the next morning.
So there is a kid playing GTA on our hostess's Playstation. He's a stranger to me, and quite a bit younger. I was about 27 years old already. It might've been GTA I or the sequel; I don't know: I didn't play it anyway. But I am kind of thrilled to see it in action and curious to know how the gameplay goes, so I am sitting next to him and watching, and meanwhile our hostess is in the kitchen, or cleaning up, or whatever. And the kid plays half-heartedly, until he perceives us to be alone together, and he turns around on the sofa and kisses me on the mouth for no particular reason.
Obviously I am repulsed, and that is an unwelcome sort of gesture, and so I figure out how to trap him outside on the balcony, and I lock the door behind him. Then I seek out our hostess, and I tell her what had happened. And she cracks up laughing; it is so funny to her (it's funny to me, 27 years later for sure.) And she says I can exit gracefully, and she will take care of this guy after I'm gone.
So that is my story about Grand Theft Auto. Parents, don't let your kids play GTA because they may try some shit on their friends or party guests without consent. Try Stardew Valley instead.
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So the first and perhaps only experience I had with GTA was in 1999. A friend in the goth-industrial-club scene was having a birthday party, and invites me out to her apartment in Phoenix. There are plenty of people at the party, late into the night. We sample rare bottles of lambic ale and enjoy the goth vibes. I linger for far too long. I suppose some of us crash out and sleep late into the next morning.
So there is a kid playing GTA on our hostess's Playstation. He's a stranger to me, and quite a bit younger. I was about 27 years old already. It might've been GTA I or the sequel; I don't know: I didn't play it anyway. But I am kind of thrilled to see it in action and curious to know how the gameplay goes, so I am sitting next to him and watching, and meanwhile our hostess is in the kitchen, or cleaning up, or whatever. And the kid plays half-heartedly, until he perceives us to be alone together, and he turns around on the sofa and kisses me on the mouth for no particular reason.
Obviously I am repulsed, and that is an unwelcome sort of gesture, and so I figure out how to trap him outside on the balcony, and I lock the door behind him. Then I seek out our hostess, and I tell her what had happened. And she cracks up laughing; it is so funny to her (it's funny to me, 27 years later for sure.) And she says I can exit gracefully, and she will take care of this guy after I'm gone.
So that is my story about Grand Theft Auto. Parents, don't let your kids play GTA because they may try some shit on their friends or party guests without consent. Try Stardew Valley instead.