By TooWalrus 7 Comments
This story starts with my cousin coming down from Houghton Lake to crash at my place for a few days. He was one of my best friends throughout my childhood, but we've both got full schedules now, and don't see each other much. So one day, he says "Know what sounds fun right now? Mario Party 1, dude!"
I had sold off most of my N64 games a few years ago, so I didn't have that one. We went to the local old-games store, but the closest thing they had was Mario Party 3 (which sucks). So after that, we drove down to the Game Crazy (which is a small store inside a Hollywood Video store, which used to sell old games.)
When I asked if they still sold outdated games, the guy said sarcastically, "Naw, we don't sell that shit anymore." "That's too bad," I said, "We were looking for a Mario Party 1, damn!" This is where things got unusual.
The guy introduced himself as Chris, and said he could hook me up. "I've been trying to sell this shit online, but haven't had any luck." he said. "I can get you the Mario Party, but it will take me a couple of hours." Chris grabbed a napkin and scribbled a cell phone number on it, and told me to call him around six, and bring $15.
...Several hours later, we called him. He wanted us to meet him in the parking lot of a local grocery store. So we totally went, he was standing by his shitty old car, right next to a shopping cart with a baby in the seat. He then jacked the price $5! "This is a high-quality Mario Party here," he said, "Look, it's completely clean, and the label isn't even scratched."
So we gave him the $20 dollars, he gave us the Mario Party, and we sped away like we just bought crack. We now had our game, and a really fuckin' weird story to tell our friends.