i was deep diving in youtube last night and i found a bunch of boxing games... i ended up liking counter punch a lot even though wade hixton is a piece of shit.

Wade drove down the lighted streets of Bronx, NY. He was going back home after visiting his city folk relatives for thanksgiving break and to play with his nieces and nephews. He was going down a quite narrow road, not too occupied except a few cars parked on the sides of the streets. He had a cigarette tipped in his mouth and his arm out the window, listening to soft rock on his blown out speakers. His foot eased down on the breaks and his car started stuttering.

"What the-" He questioned. He looked over the window shield to see in front of him if he had hit anything, and his truck finally gave out. He turned on the yield lights and jumped out of the driver's seat.

"Piece o'junk..." he kicked the bumper and popped open his hood to do some investigating. "Guess the washing machine parts only last for so long." He scratched the side of his head. He didn't own a phone because he never really needed one, but there were no payphones around, either. He didn't want to leave ole Nelly out in the streets by herself in a unfamiliar place... He looked around all the apartments, wondering if anyone was still up. And there he spotted, on the second floor of a building, a window with the lights still on.

"Just my luck!" He trotted up the stairs and met up with the door. He tapped on the door to the room and waited. 'Geez, it's reaalll chilly out...'

Little Mac's eyes fluttered open from his accidental nap. He had planned on pulling an all nighter for no other reason than throwing tomorrow out the window, but wasn't too successful with that. He checked the clock, which read 11:13pm. Who the hell was up at this time?

He grudged towards his door and looked through the peephole. He saw a man about his age, barely dressed for the weather, and was rocking a mullet. He was rubbing his arms in attempt to warm up. Mac made sure his chain lock was on and he cracked open the door.

"Is everything okay?" He asked, keeping his guard up.

"Uh... I don't think so, man. My truck o'er there just died or somethin', and i was wondering if I could use your telephone. I saw yer lights were on..." he trailed off a bit. Mac stared at the man, but seeing him shivering, he decided to let him in.

Wade stepped in and looked at all the glorious technology that Mac had in his apartment. His standard television and his Nintendo Wii U hooked up to it. He was watching Stranger Things before he passed out, so the T.V. was just still. He spotted the telephone on the wall and picked it up.

"Oh, that one doesn't work..." Mac stretched. He picked up his cell and handed it to Wade. "Use this."

"What's this?" Wade scratched his head and flipped around the device. 'Oh, one of those people...'

"This is a cell phone. Look, it's just a small telephone, and it's all digital," Mac explained as he turned it on and touched the dial button. He handed it back to Wade. "Here. Now all you do is just press the numbers like you normally would and then press the green button."

"Oh! I get it! That's real neat!" Wade had a genuine smile on his face. He dialed the tow truck company and his other buddy, ironically also named Mac, answered the phone.

"Yeah, whassup?" Mac practically screamed over the phone.

"Hey, Mac!" Little Mac stood alert. "It's me, Wade. My darn truck broke down again. Got anyone in Bronx?" Wade said with the same volume.

"Damn I think I can hear you from where you're standing! Quiet down a bit haha!" Mac scrolled through his phone book. "I got people in Bronx. His name is Oddy. I'll have him by tomorrow. You got a place to stay?"

"I don't really know. I can find one, I'm sure..." Wade scratched the back of his head. He hadn't thought about that.

"Well I won't be able to get to the man until tomorrow, but there's not much I can do to help you with the pickle you're in. I dunno anyone else in New Yo'k," Mac apologized.

"Awright, well, goodnight, man," Wade hung up and handed the phone back to Little Mac.

"So? What's going on?" Little Mac was kind of concerned.

"Well," Wade started, "The guy won't be able to check her out tomorrow," he referred to his truck. "So I'm kinda stuck until then. Sorry for intrudin'. Thanks for havin' me," he walked towards the door, preparing himself for a cold night out on the streets.

"Wait!" Mac grabbed him by the shoulder. "Are you gonna be okay? Do you have anywhere to go?"

"Not really... I was just planning on staying in the streets. I've done it before so I'll be fine."

"That's not too good," Little Mac cringed a bit. "Look, I'll let you stay here until you can get back on your feet again?" He offered. Wade's face lit up.

"Really? You'd do that fer me?" Wade held onto his hand and Mac nodded.

"Thanks a bunch!" he gave his gratitude. "But, I got one question..."

"Yeah?" Mac tilted his head in curiosity.

"Can I get yer name?" Mac's face went blank.

"I... I thought you already knew it?" Mac went confused.

"Naw, I haven't seen ya before, I'm sure," Wade studied Mac. Mac rubbed the back of his head, and then shrugged.

"I guess not, but I could've sworn... Anyway," he held out his hand. "My name is Little Mac, but you can call me Mac."

"Oh so that's your name! Yeah my friend on the phone, that's his name, too!" Mac face palmed. 'Right.'

"Well, anyhow, the name's Wade!" he shook Little Mac's hand very hard.

Sigh is it bad that I'm really into this? Yehaw.

I can't wait for hollaween. y'kno like... HOLLA! $$$$$