In video gaming, wishful thinking and fan works blow through the air every day like dandelion spores. Sometimes, though, something lands on your eyelash like this, a pitch-perfect envisioning of a remastered Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.
Just watch and enjoy.
I was about 10 years old in the middle-1980s period that Vice City sought to capture. I had a Commodore 64 and a tape drive, too. About a 20 years later I was living in the basement of a log cabin, pretending to research a book about a baseball player, when the I saw the Grand Theft Auto Double Pack, which had launched in 2003 for Xbox, on a shelf in the Morganton, N.C. Walmart.
I think about the election we have coming on Tuesday, and I remember how I was so upset at the world on the first Wednesday of November 2004 that I decided I would just give in to what everyone thought of me: unemployed, male, single, white, angry. Fine. Why not. I'll play Grand Theft Auto, too. I loved every minute.
Do you remember your first GTA unique stunt jump? I remember mine, down in Washington Beach. I landed a Banshee on an apartment building as "She Sells Sanctuary" blared over the in-game radio. I phoned my brother.
"Holy shit, you can not believe what I just did," I said.
"It's fucking three in the morning, asshole," he said.
"Tell him not to fucking call us before 10 a.m." said my sister-in-law.
Fortunately, there is YouTube sharing on today's consoles. And Grand Theft Auto: Vice City is playable on PlayStation 4, for $14.99.
And maybe some day we'll get a remaster, and if so I hope it looks like this. But in the end, we can't have the time back. Not 1986 and not 2004.