shitfly.jpgIt’s a metaphor. And it is meant to embody the image I encountered today, as I was walking to work.

I work next to some high school. Were I to pay attention to details every time I pass next to it, I would be amazed every day. Smoking is not allowed inside this high school, right? So the kids get out and gather in front of the institution and smoke. Problem is, they’re between 15 and 18.

Whatever, my problem now is not the smoking thing, they choose whether they die sooner or not. What do my eyes see today? 8 a.m.. A group of nine, a 15 yrs old girl and 8 boys about the same age. The girl was sitting in the middle of the group, skirt up to her ass, long stalkings, some blouse with a very deep cleavage, tons of make up, and, of course, cigarette in her right hand, puffing from time to time, nose up, rolling her eyes while delicately chewing on some pink bubblegum. The boys, half emo, half macho, none man enough, of course, all surrounding the “woman”, one hand in their pockets (probably to make the area look bigger, who knows), the other occupied with a cigarette, spitting from time to time, all of them freezing their asses off (the girl the most), all of them giving the others the “competing” look…”She’s mine! I get to honk her horn first!”.

Mkey….nothing against the human natural instinct of procreation but I’ve compared the image to two things: dog mating season and 8 flies on a pile of shit. I’ve decided the second one is more expressive.