Places it prominently in Echo Park apartment.
Wonders if this could get him laid with an upbeat albeit slightly damaged nostalgia junkie.
Meantime, he plays old games he liked as a kid. Is surprised he once found these graphics impressive.
Has to blow into a few of the cartridges to get them to work. "Kind of a Proustian moment" he tells a female friend who for some reason doesn't seem open to fucking him.
Gets bored. Puts Nintendo in storage.
Takes it out again in two years.
Thinks about going to law school. Doesn't.
Thinks about going to law school. Does.
Marries nice enough girl. Can tell based on her body shape and her mother's that she will not age particularly well. Decides he'll cross that bridge when he comes to it.
Has a kid.
Shows kid NES one day. Kid finds it kind of boring but pretends to like it because he loves his dad.
Realizes he's no longer physically attracted to pear-shaped wife.
Has two meaningless one night stands over the next 40 years.
Kid inherits NES.
It still works.