I caught a lot of Pokémon that night. There a Weedle on my table, doing jumping jacks on top of my braised kale. There was a Doduo hiding behind the bar I went to with my friends. Outside in the semi-crowded darkness of the backyard, there was a Tauros. And every once in a while, I’d head outside “for fresh air”—which really meant I’d stroll around the block and search for more.
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
I Was a Normal Person With a Life. And Then I Started Playing Pokémon Go.
I can relate, but will pass: