VeganKiwi

There I was, $35 in my pocket which I am sure could be well spent on being put towards something else like food or rent even alcohol or anything in between.

My manager at work had mentioned it a couple of days ago, bringing me back to my early teenage years of high school, acne ridden face siting in the library with people just as awkward and anti-social as myself.

A baseball cap covers my face and I look side to side cautiously as I enter our local comic book store.

“Ummmm” I half croak half cough out, “I haven’t played in a couple of years, so might be a bit out of the loop, but can I have a couple of starter and booster packs please?”

The Asian guy at the counter hands them to me and I pass him the cash, the exchange reminds me of a drug deal, and in many ways it is! “Magic The Gathering” a card game best described as an adult version of “Yu Gi Oh” wasted away many of my hard earned dollars when I was younger , here I am now, asking for more.

I message all my friends, telling them to bring there old decks over, to play some games.

But none of them are available to the weekend. I just can’t wait that long!

On the bus home I tear open the booster packs, the smell of new cards seeps into the air.I start constructing my deck immediately, I get so engrossed in the project I miss my stop and end up having to walk an extra 10 minutes to get home.

My girlfriend comes over and sees me hunched over the computer reading all about the new game mechanics.

She gets dragged away to the coffee table in our living room and taught how to play.

And then collectively kicks my arse twice in a row.

What have I gotten myself into?