Laser pointers were the shit when I was ten. I thought that owning a portable red dot would make my life complete. I thought of all the possibilities it would provide me, of all the things that I could point at, of all the movies I could ruin and classes I could disrupt. And then I got one. And I pointed it at things like my friend’s face and my neighbor’s house. And I realized that you could get in trouble for blinding your friend and scaring your neighbors. Laser pointers weren’t as much fun after that. Until the green ones came out when I was a teenager and I thought that owning a portable green dot would make my life complete…
Critically Rated at 9/17
Written, Rated, and Reviewed by Brendan H. Young
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