“become the master” by Julia on her couch

Monday October 21, 2013
5 minutes
the back of the Curl Keeper bottle

He says “I know you’re watching so I’m being extreme”and then he laughs to himself as his character on Grand Theft Auto One Billion shoots a dead man over and over.
He’s good at the game, I guess I’ll give him that. But master? No no, he’s just starting out. He hasn’t been playing for 10 000 hours. That’s how you can finally identify yourself as one. A master. It takes a lot of practice and time. I suppose the only thing I’m a master at is falling asleep in bars or in cars or during movies that start playing after 10pm. He glances over at me to see if I’m watching and when he knows I am, he selects his weapon; which gun to obliterate the next unsuspecting innocent bystander. I ask him “Is that killing really necessary?” And he shakes his head from side to side. Then smiles. “You’re allowed to do what you’ve always wanted to do in real society… in this game.”