In 1992 my life took a turn. I was a 12 year old kid, not quite a boy, not quite a man. After school I played Street Fighter 2 everyday for hours on end. My degenerate aunt was dating a low life foosball hustler. He recognized my uncanny talent playing Street Fighter 2 and he made arrangements. He would promise me more SNES games if I would just go for a ride with him on some nights. The only catch was I needed to pack my Super Nintendo with me and my Street Fighter 2 in a backpack. He would get shit faced drunk in bars and bet double or nothing that they couldn't beat his "downsyndrome quadriplegic nephew." I don't think he knew what those words meant. So like always they took the bait. The bartender would let me come in, set up, and I'd beat the snot out of these drunk geezers. If they chose Blanka I'd pick Guile. If they chose E. Honda I'd pick Dhalsim. It was like taking candy from an inebriated baby. So my aunt's boyfriend and I did that for a few months. We hustled throughout the city and near by townships. Until my mom found out. But it was sweet while it lasted, I had pretty much the entire Super Nintendo library at that time. For the most part it was a nice character building experience. Which helped me deal with certain mafiosa down the road, but that's a different story.