![]() 'I teach im a little respect.'īobby tried to look into the newcomer's mind and saw only dim shapes. 'He look like a pansy uptown boy to me,' said the one who had called Bobby cabr��n and putino. 'He don't need no lesson from you,' Dee said. 'You stupid to be down here alone and you fuckin loco to be down here at night alone.' 'What you doing down here, amigo?' he asked, gripping Bobby's shoulder with the tattooed hand. ![]() He couldn't hear their mind-voices, but did he need to? They were probably going to beat him up and steal his money. Bobby could smell their spicy aftershaves, their hair tonics, his own fear. 'I didn't see no guy like Boris Karloff.' He walks kinda hunched over, like Boris Karloff - you know, the guy in the scary movies?' 'I have to find the guy I was with yesterday. His jacket had been tied inside-out around his waist (no club jacket in here, he had told Bobby), but he wore the sign of the Diablos just the same. No wonder that pitchfork shape had looked familiar - it was tattooed on the guy's hand. It was the young man who had been playing the Frontier Patrol game in The Corner Pocket when Ted was making his bet. They looked around - Bobby too - and here came a fifth guy, also wearing a Diablos jacket, also wearing slacks with a sharp crease he had on loafers instead of pointy-toed boots, and Bobby recognized him at once. Inside the pawnshop an old man with a pair of glasses pushed up on his bald head looked around, annoyed, then back down at the newspaper he was reading. He was listening so hard that he walked into a guy without even seeing him.ĭee grabbed him and spun him against the door of a pawnshop so hard that for a moment Bobby thought he had decided to go along with his corner-boy friends after all. Bobby didn't think he was anywhere close yet, but he kept listening for him. Eventually he'd call another cab and come to collect his money. Maybe after the library closed he'd get a bite to eat, kill a little more time that way. If he had been Ted, he would have gone someplace like the Bridgeport Public Library where he could hang around without being noticed. When he reached the next corner he re-crossed Nasty Gansett Street on the diagonal, getting back to the side The Corner Pocket was on.Īs he went, he tried to tune his mind outward and pick up some sense of Ted, but there was nothing. Bobby slipped into its shadow and kept going, shrinking back once when someone shouted and a bottle shattered. Be sure to find a healthy balance for your online life.Across from the bar was an out-of-business restaurant with a tattered awning still overhanging its soaped windows. The current prevalence of hateful comments in your little community will also be shown. Your Results: You will see the number of subscribers of your channel at all times, as well as the changing levels of your passion and stress. Your Allies: Reading hateful comments under your videos will affect your state, as well as making unwise decisions to boost your channel’s viewership by engaging in toxic or hateful interactions. Your Weapon: You can spend your time steaming, moderating the stream of comments under your videos, chilling out watching other people’s content or going out to see your real-life friends. Your Goal: Building a community of subscribers, without losing your passion in the process, or burning out because of unbearable stress of a toxic environment. You: An aspiring YouTuber, keen on turning your passion, whatever it might be, into a popular streaming channel. Make smart choices about your content, remember to go outside and talk to your friends to keep you sane, and don’t let hate speech destroy your passion. Your goal is to keep a balance in your life, between building your subscriber base and keeping the discussion in the comments civil, all while maintaing your own mental health. In the game, you assume a role of a YouTube streamer.
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