Who comes up with these video games, anyway?
And why in the world do they always seem to be so violent?
Granted, I've never played them myself, but come on…
There's gotta be something else out there.
Something that isn't gonna drive a kid to what this lot did, but then again,
It's not like we can force the good side of the world down a kid's throat.
They've got to figure it out for themselves…but sometimes, they don't.
She left him in the squad room, 'cause he was supposed to spend the weekend with me,
Away from the other three, because he's getting tired of them, and
When I came into the squad room, he was looking at the photos on the board, so I
Told him not to, 'cause no kid needs that in their head, and he goes and tells me
That he's seen it before, so I ask where, and he says something like,
One of those video games, and I'm wondering
If she actually lets him play them or if he does it behind her back.
Captain wants to know how the game works, though, and so we go,
Into the office, and sure enough, Dickie knows exactly what he's doing, and
It's almost frightening…not that I'm going to say anything, because
He doesn't need to know what I'm thinking about all this.
But the case goes on, and the next thing I know, we've got our doers, and
Casey's taking them to trial, and soon it'll be over, but before that…
I don't know. But it's kind of sad how a game can influence someone like that.
Then again, how would I know?
I've never played, and I'm not likely to either, now that I've seen what it can do,
Not that I'd have played, anyway, other than those ridiculous older games that
Never really fail to make me laugh, because I'm awful at them, and my kids know it.
It's why they always want to take me on when they play, which they rarely do,
Because apparently, there are better games out there, and this latest one, well…
It's one of them, as sad as it is.
The house doesn't seem so empty with him there.
But the dishes have been getting on my nerves, and so I take care of them, while he plays, and
When I'm finished, I ask if he has to play and why, and he says, because it's cool.
Apparently, things can still be described that way.
So when I suggest we do something else instead of just sitting there,
He looks at me for a second like I'm on something, and then decides, he wants to talk to me.
And I freeze, and it scares me, because that's not the reaction I was supposed to have.