gar1976

I bought it for a "steal" from a couple of meth users in some run down appartments, and it's worked fine. Let me go over some generalities for you.

Been wanting one real bad for years, even though I grew up on the NES and have every platform from the NES to N64, in working condition, hooked up somewhere (NES and SNES are out in the garage for when the wife and I work out on the exercise bike). Anyways, look in the paper one morning and see:

PS2. 2 controllers, 2 games, 2 memory cards, $120.

I'm like, oh shit! This was before they dropped the price, so I call at 8:00 AM, and it's still there. Bundle off the kid (around a year old) and wife and we're on our way.

Get to these ghetto appartments and head on in. The guy who opens the door is balding with a pot belly and sporting a rat tail hairdo, and wearing boxers and a wife beater. There's a haze of smoke in the cramped apartment, and no shit, bare lights hanging from the ceiling.

Once our eyes adjust to the haze, I have a look around. And damn. Empty beer bottles and shit everywhere. Not to mention porn. Porn everywhere. Printed out from the computers. Hanging on the walls. Movies by the TV.

So anyways, the "owners" of this PS2 are ready to sell, but I tell them to hook it up first to make sure it works. So the guy looks at it, turns on the TV, and then starts trying to hook it up. Unsuccessfully. For like ten minutes.

My little family is just chillin', waitin', when he hollers to the back room: "Hey! How does this work!" Now that scared us, and we got even more scared when a female voice hollered back about cables and shit. Why was this freaky? One, the place is a stye, and chicks clean, man. And two, most chicks don't dig XXX everywhere. But oh well.

So after some repeated yelling, the chick comes out after finally getting dressed. She should have spent some more time. Anyways, she starts talking to us, and we can't understand anything she says due to some speech impedement. And then we see why - her teeth are lucky, LUCKY, to see toothpaste and floss once a year. Ye Gods. Anyways, she's checking out our cute little bundle of joy, and my wife's knuckles get white from gripping the kid so hard. I could tell if the chick asked my wife to hold him she might just bolt for the door. And I would be right behind.

So anyways, they fight and gripe some more about how to hook this up. Them being owners of the PS2 and all. So after watching and chuckling, I make a few pointers and voila! it works.

So the chick fires it up to prove it works, and starts playing. And playing. And playing. So after a few minutes of watching her play, the guys tells her to shut it off. She says no. He says yes. She starts yelling at him that she's in the middle of a fucking game, and to back off. He starts to unplug it, and she starts to throw a tantrum. We quickly bundle up the PS2, pay the $120, and scram.

Just an amusing anecdote. That must have been, what, May? And it works fine.