More rampant stupidity

[deliriumcrow]

Playing baseball with a stick and an oven mitt in the living room is a bad idea. Mainly because someone will end up being smacked sooner or later. Doing the same thing outside in the street under a streetlight after midnight is also a bad idea, but for different reasons. Mainly the drunk people that inevitably will be out on the evening before the 4th of July. One such car seemed rather amused by our antics as Remy beat the mitt into the sidewalk, accusing us (I think, they were rather incoherent) of being drunk as well. The car that immediately followed them, however, was not so amused, I think. They paused just out of mitt range long enough to hurl such mature insults as "faggot" and the like. I don't know, they were a bit incoherent as well. And they pulled off. We wanted the swords, but they were, of course, upstairs. (Why is it, by the way, that boys seem to think it proves their manhood to call another man a faggot? What does this prove, aside from a lack of creativity?) And so we played some more, until I noticed that they had turned around and were heading back for us. We ran. For me, it was this weird balance between a desire to stay and face them down, and fear--we haven't been here that long, and it's the middle of the night with no one else close. To get cought in the middle of something that we can't get out of is a bad idea. But I really wanted some sort of confrontation. I haven't had thaat in so long, not since I was young and stupid and had nothing to lose, and too much cockiness for my own good. In the end sense won and I ran. Remy and Apples had goign to get swords, but by then they were gone. We played some more, but for me at least, it was no longer the simple silly game it had been, it was war. Heehee. Yes, we were declaring our turf by swinging around a dowel and an oven mitt. Until it got stuck in the undergrowth and had to be hacked ou twith the sword. And as we were going away, they went by again, just missing us. Eh. Is ok, I don't think I would have liked meeting them alone. And didn't really want them to know that we are, in fact, the house that's right here. On the corner, next to the game. Yes. We're hard to find. And the bass line for Einsturzende Neubauten's Sabrina is terribly similar to the sone' I had wanted to hear by them, something about seeing someone if they walk in the garden when it's pouring down with rain, or some thing like that. I cna't think of lyrics when something else is playing. And having gone through all my EN, I don't have it. Pout.