Mario Carp

If I close my eyes, listen and recall I’d be transported to my parents house on Eastman Ave. 
From the front room the sounds of Mario climbing down a Green pipe to Watery depths would be annoying my dad and in second he’d be carping at me to turn it down. 
Now I open my peepers and have to walk over to my boy who is challenging himself on the Nintendo and has the volume up a bit too high.

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