you STOP going on about Samuel Beckett? There are other things in life.
Knapp finished his last tape:
Now he had converted all his audio cassettes to MP3s and made compact
And made DVD back-ups of all his videos.
He enjoyed the clearer quality, improved convenience, and, for one small
Felt as if he belonged with society.
A knock sounded on the door. It could be the RIAA, the feds, Godot,
or his landlady. Regardless, it would be trouble.
He hopped out the window onto the fire escape and headed for the trash
cans where his friends were playing chess.
Like Animal Crossing, he knew this was a game with no end:
it would only stop when he got bored and switched to something else,
like drugs or law school.
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