Monday, October 02, 2006
Aftermath
One aspect of the exploding dolls ritual I failed to mention: As soon as each clown, ballerina, cowboy or librarian was blown to smithereens, a screaming horde of little kids attacked the still-smoking debris looking for goodies and/or souvenirs. It reminded me of little kids at Wrigley Field chasing after foul balls. And speaking of foul, I spied a choice body part the kids had overlooked -- perhaps 'cause it had landed in a fresh pile of horse droppings -- and snatched it up. I was never lucky enough to snag a foul ball as a kid, but apparently my karma's on the upswing. I now have a very cool severed head, and maybe someday, will get the explosives guy to autograph it for me.
# posted by goots @ 10:04 AM 
