Owen Ellis Is Alive

four years ago, my grandmother gave all of my many cousins a wii for christmas except for me. 

i never understood why.

it wasn’t that i was too old for it.

i had cousins who were my age who got a wii.

i even had cousins who were older than me that got a wii. 

my mom told me that my grandmother must’ve thought “i was too good for a wii” 

as years went by, the idea of not getting a wii sat cross-legged in the back of my mind, slowly picking away at my brain with a dessert fork. 

why didn’t i get a wii? 

why didn’t i get a wii?

why didn’t i get a wii?

finally, four years later, i get a call from my mother telling me that my grandmother finally got me a wii.

i picked it up yesterday and carried it home with pride. 

now, i realize that i don’t even like the wii. 

nor do i own a t.v to play wii on. 

if i did, i’d probably play it for one night with all my friends and we’d all have a great time, then i’d say “hey, let’s make this a weekly thing! wii night every monday!”

then the next week, wii night would only bring out two people.

we’d probably end up just drinking and talking about our problems instead. 

then we’d start crying.

then i would say “wii night, never again” 

i would never touch that wii again. 

therefore, i’m selling it on craigslist. 

-owen