When you spend an entire afternoon chasing houseflies from room to room in your apartment, then something must be wrong. I’m a very high tech person. Even if the weather’s all breezy and the sun’s throwing kisses or whatever shit they keep telling us, I always go for shutting all windows and turning on the air conditioner. YET… they always manage to find their way in, those fucking houseflies.

I hate them!!

In my house I have a rule; if it flies, it dies.

There are three of ‘em, as far I know. Last night I killed two. I didn’t even find their bodies. I must have hit them so hard that their bodies returned to the heavens with their souls. That is how much I hate insects of all kind. They’re the only food chain bottom that we can see with our naked eyes. They-are-annoying.

But then again when you’re bored beyond belief, everything and anything can annoy you, intimidate you. So I created my very own shoot ‘em up game and chased them around with a big ass sign across my forehead that said ‘YOU ARE NOT WELCOMED’ and… of course, the traditional ‘darraba’.

If only I had a shot gun, I would have blown holes through out the place with a fat smile all over my irritated soul.

When I was younger, before I moved back to Egypt, I was a straight shot with that darraba thingie. Now I actually suck. But then again, maybe chasing them around isn’t such a bad idea. A little exercise won’t hurt me. Desk jobs are bad for you, I’ll tell ya.

There’s one walking on my keyboard right now. It’s as if it knows that I’m writing about it.

Dear winged freak, if you’re reading this, fuck you.

If you’re bored, looking for company, sod off you Musca Domestican shit… You’re totally knocking on the wrong fucking skin.

Hmm… maybe that’s what you’re supposed to do if you’re BORED BEYOND BELIEF…

There’s some grim satisfaction in infuriating things that breathe.

If only I had wings.