>“The Kliq never got too big into video games. We’d be in some town in South Dakota, on day 14 of being on a road trip. I mean you’d be in a sort of town where there wasn’t exactly a lot of entertainment. You’d be dropping your bags on the hotel bed, and looking at the local attractions pamphlet trying to figure out how the fuck you’re going to kill 5 or 6 hours before the show. You’ve already worked out, already went to the sizzler, hit the tanning booth. I mean you’re getting pretty desperate for a way to kill time. And in a lot of those small towns the bar still wouldn’t be open, nevermind happy hour. So you’d eventually find yourself at the local mall where your choices were trying on fanny packs the macys, or spending $10 at the local arcade.
>So you’d stagger in, get your quarters and begin killing some time. I’d generally take few stabs at NBA Jam but that’d be about it. Kid always wanted the fighting games. If there was a new Mortal Kombat, or a Street Fighter Kid would jump in on it. He liked to copy the latest fighter poses for the house show that night to see if it got him a pop. ‘Sub-Zero’s over man’ is what he used to rant about. Scott could usually be found at Daytona USA, and he’d always try to fill all the cars beside him. Scott knew he’d go over, and he wanted to go over the whole Kliq at once if he could. Just so he could shit talk you the rest of the trip about how he’s the best driver in the group. Of course Scott would never want to fucken drive, but he wanted you to know he won the race. Paul wouldn’t really play anything, but would always talk about how he knew how to unlock Akuma or some shit. Of course you’d ask him to show you how,but he’d always have to leave to go get Shawn some more quarters or somas or something."
