A midnight launch was not attended, let's get that out of the way. I have every faith that I would turn into a pumpkin, just like in the old story, where a man is too old and tries to hang with feral-ass youths. How real do you motherfuckers wanna get? I'm typing this post on my phone in the parking lot of Best Buy. Mr. Gribs got up at fuck o'clock and has hardware in his possession; everywhere I've been has only power supplies and grey Joy-Cons, storm-toss'd flotsam in the ravenous wake of the Switch.
