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Jan. 12th, 2013 09:26 pmJesse doesn't know how he hasn't been to this place sooner. Maybe it's because the shitty name, "Funville U.S.A." doesn't exactly sound all that awesome. But today, sober and headed nowhere in particular, the arcade over on Maple Street seems like a really good idea.
Somewhere, back at his apartment, there's several copies of a half-finished application to the local college, and a sketch pad full of half-finished drawings for a portfolio or whatever. He'd been deep in it the night before, but after a few bumps of coke, had ended up down the street at a bar instead. So maybe he should be home, working on all that, trying to get the lines right-- Jane told him once that he had good lines-- but right now he's forgotten about all that because holy shit, he can see a Pacman machine from the door.
Somewhere, back at his apartment, there's several copies of a half-finished application to the local college, and a sketch pad full of half-finished drawings for a portfolio or whatever. He'd been deep in it the night before, but after a few bumps of coke, had ended up down the street at a bar instead. So maybe he should be home, working on all that, trying to get the lines right-- Jane told him once that he had good lines-- but right now he's forgotten about all that because holy shit, he can see a Pacman machine from the door.
