I had an amazing collection of Dreamcast games. I paid squat for them. Nobody wanted them and I got them all for next to nothing at a local game shop. Games that are very rare today, I paid like 6 bucks for.

My best friend and I played regularly when we were roommates in the mid 2000s.

He got married and moved out. One day he said, “Hey bro, can I borrow your Dreamcast and games so I can play them and bond with my stepson?” “Sure man, just take care of them.”

I heard from a mutual friend that he moved so I called him and asked him about my Dreamcast. “Oh I’m sorry bro, it got left at the old place and I have no idea what happened to it.”

I still randomly have a desire to go to his house and ask him to show me something he takes pride in and then break it before his eyes.

We’re talking thousands of dollars now. Grrrr. Not that I’d sell them, but that’s part of why I’m so damn angry about it.