the poo-flinging monkey children are out and about

and thus i know that spring is here. this is actually a really funny story. i was walking back home with sipra, becca, and a local friend named Malika. sipra tells us 'that little boy just threw mud at that woman. that's insane.' i laughed, thinking that there must be some kind of mistake. but no, this little boy reaches down into the ditch and brings up a handful of sludge. some poor, unsuspecting local woman walked by when he hurled the handful right at her. and the biggest shock: no one says anything. this boy was maybe 5 max. somewhere between 3-5 is entirely possible. he's alone. he's BEEN flinging this disgusting filth and people just walk past even after getting spattered. well, we are steadily approaching him when we stop to stare at this oddity. and that's when things take a ride on the bananas train.
the boy turns to us, arms raised, ready. we walked past him exchanging piercing glances, as if we were daring him to throw it. and he did. that little demon had amazing range and accuracy. leaping away, i got hit on the leg and sipra on her bag. but we see he's already reaching back into the run off for more ammunition. well, we immediately all respond in our natural way. Malika shouts 'Run!' and takes off. becca follows her literally screaming. i start laughing running after becca. and stipra turns to the boy and is yelling at him in russian to stop. well, obviously that didn't work.
becca ran like her hair was on fire and i've peed myself laughing. i heared sipra behind us shouting to go into the store 'he won't follow us in there.' well, that too was not correct. we stopped up the street and turned to see the epc showdown. i had a feeling that the boy wouldn't be stopped by something as simple as an open door. he stood there staring sipra down for a good 10 seconds and then launches his putrid projectile into the store at sipra. then she explodes out yelling at him. Malika also ran back to help subdue our foe. sipra and Malika tried to set him straight, i was heavily in favor of a nice clout on the head... my freshly washed pants now had two huge mud splatters, i wanted vengence. he ran around laughing and couldn't have cared less. he ran back for more mud and we walked off. there were plenty of new people to harass.
the best part was us after the incident. Malika told us this was normal and that there were no options other than running. i continued to laugh and help becca remind us all that, yes, in fact, that did just happen. becca kept talking about the stare down and expressing disbelief about the entire 3 minute period. poor sipra, she was just not pleased, looking farther into the future realizing that nothing and no one would ever fix either our injustice or his behavior.

try as i might, i could not get her to accompany me to have life-after-near-death ice cream. but they went swimming. i went home and played video games on the computer.

things in general have been like that. everything is basically flying poo looking to make as big a mess as possible. i'm thankfully somewhat agile and only occassionally get hit on the leg. i can't promise to be particularly consistant for the next month because i am pretty much triple booked. luckily, part of my business comes from preparing for a pseudo-holiday, so there is a nice shiny light at the end of the tunnel.

until next time. watch out for monkey with dirty hands and be good.