of his shirt. Martin took this as a signal to crawl on his hands and knees behind the man. Jake laughed in the man's face and gave him a tremendous shove. The man lost his legs as he backed into the prone Martinez, ending up slumped on his ass, rubbing his head where it hit the wall. The three of us took off running, and Jake yelled at the man over his shoulder.
"That's why they call it table top gaming asshole!"
Sprinting out into the mall courtyard we headed straight for Dick's sporting goods. It was only a matter of time before the mall cops came along on their segways. Not that that was a problem, I mean somebody with one leg could outrun those jackasses.
Now - normally, Dick's wasn't anything special - but to a high adolescent hoodlum - it was like being in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. It was a big building with two floors. The center of the bottom floor was dominated by a large climbing wall which was being scaled by people clad in helmets and harnesses. The top floor was were the real fun was to be had. A myriad of skateboards, scooters, bicycles, punching bags, workout machines, and trampolines. What more could somebody want out of life?
We ripped through the store like a tornado. Racing each other up the escalator which was meant to be used to go down a floor. Shoving past parents with their kids and all of their new sporting equipment. We would have to be fast, the mall cops would be on our trail again in no time. Martin and Jake immediately rushed off towards the skateboards. The second floor was set up like a doughnut and a track was painted the entire way around so people could test out their new running shoes. I took a chopper bicycle and chased after Martin and Jake. Mothers drew their children in close and shot us dirty looks as we passed them, and Jake flipped each one the bird. We came to a stop at the boxing equipment - some of which would have looked more at place on a space ship.
"Holy shit - look at this thing, it looks like some kind of kinky sex thing."
"Really dude? Kinky sex thing?"
"Well what is it then genius?"
"probably some ab workout"
"Okay David - If you're so smart - get in it. Show us how it works." I could always tell when Jake was trying to get me to do something, but what can I say, I didn't want to be the one to not do something.
"That's why they call it table top gaming asshole!"
Sprinting out into the mall courtyard we headed straight for Dick's sporting goods. It was only a matter of time before the mall cops came along on their segways. Not that that was a problem, I mean somebody with one leg could outrun those jackasses.
Now - normally, Dick's wasn't anything special - but to a high adolescent hoodlum - it was like being in Willy Wonka's chocolate factory. It was a big building with two floors. The center of the bottom floor was dominated by a large climbing wall which was being scaled by people clad in helmets and harnesses. The top floor was were the real fun was to be had. A myriad of skateboards, scooters, bicycles, punching bags, workout machines, and trampolines. What more could somebody want out of life?
We ripped through the store like a tornado. Racing each other up the escalator which was meant to be used to go down a floor. Shoving past parents with their kids and all of their new sporting equipment. We would have to be fast, the mall cops would be on our trail again in no time. Martin and Jake immediately rushed off towards the skateboards. The second floor was set up like a doughnut and a track was painted the entire way around so people could test out their new running shoes. I took a chopper bicycle and chased after Martin and Jake. Mothers drew their children in close and shot us dirty looks as we passed them, and Jake flipped each one the bird. We came to a stop at the boxing equipment - some of which would have looked more at place on a space ship.
"Holy shit - look at this thing, it looks like some kind of kinky sex thing."
"Really dude? Kinky sex thing?"
"Well what is it then genius?"
"probably some ab workout"
"Okay David - If you're so smart - get in it. Show us how it works." I could always tell when Jake was trying to get me to do something, but what can I say, I didn't want to be the one to not do something.
