![]() ![]() ![]() The wall was both a shrine to his life’s hobby and the backdrop for his work. He read from the spines of gray plastic cartridges he’d spent two decades collecting: Spy Hunter, with its Peter Gunn theme, which he got for Christmas in 1987 Jaws, which he picked up at a flea market with his mother in Rahway, New Jersey, a year or two later Zelda II, a game he had his parents order from the Sears catalog in 1988, a game he cried over because it took forever to arrive. He was in front of a wall of nearly 1,000 games for the Nintendo Entertainment System, the greatest console ever released the wall, floor to ceiling, was amazing to behold, Contri as small as Ahab in front of his whale. ![]() Pat Contri shuffled barefoot on the floor of his game room, black hair wet from the shower and curling above his eyes. It was December in San Diego, the palm trees strung with tinsel in Ocean Beach. ![]()
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