Here we are, stuck in this grimy arcade like a band of misfits. Some of us are strategizing escape plans, while others are fixated on high scores, oblivious to the flesh-eating monsters just outside our doors. This neon-lit prison feels like my personal hell. But hey, given the choice, I'd gladly take my ten-dollar-an-hour job over fighting for survival out there any day.

Life’s too long for boring socks