You play games with your grandparents, kid. You play sports with your friends. Or read, if you're the type. Sure, you trade cards or marbles or whatever the hell it is you have, but then you go out and do something real.

[He shakes his head a little. Costigan never saw himself as one to become the old man at a premature age, but the idea of kids hanging out on computers in dark rooms and arguing over games annoys the shit out of him on principle. People like his dad didn't work hard so that their kids could waste their lives.]