Once upon a time there was a boy named ....for legal reasons lets just call him The Wall. The Wall was an 8 year old boy. Anyways he was going to be held back by a year so his daddy asked me to help out. Well sure I'd love to help out if a kid is going to be held back lets prevent it. I'm sure he doesn't wanna repeat the grade.

Boy was I wrong. Now heres why I call him the wall. Anything you throw at him will be bounced back. The Wall doesn't like to be challenged. He stands undefeated in being defeated by our flawed educational system. Every time a question is asked he responds with a simple "I don't know." or "It's too hard.". Well I'm worried as usual about everything. So i start asking his dad what's wrong. He doesn't even look at me the entire conversation just stares down at his black berry and telling me to handle it since obviously he can't even communicate with his own son.

Then one magically lazy afternoon Matt and Ben came over and we decided to give the kid and break and play Soul Calibur II with us. The moment his hands touched the controller he became something else. A completely different person. I don't know what the hell it was but it wasn't The Wall.



Apparently when he sees something fun his other persona takes over. Now don't start giving me crap about putting a controller in his hand while he does math cause that's just a silly idea.