At the ripe young age of 12, I briefly experimented with the fine art of thievery. The idea came from my then-in-college brother who had returned for summer break with more Nintendo games than the "Angry Video Game Nerd." His initial story was that the games were the natural result of winning the grand prize in a video game contest in the Bay Area. The story made perfect sense--my brother was a superbly talented video game player, and the Bay Area was the national headquarters for video game contests at the time.
Surprisingly, my brother revealed the truth about the games to me. He said they came from