I find myself annoyed

I went back to my college town this weekend for a very specific and awesome reason: homecoming! It will most likely be elaborated on (you know, the concept of homecoming to a place that isn't my home, but is totally my home as I swear to God I know more people here than I do in the town I actually grew up in, but that's neither here no there in this post).

What is here and there? My camera! While it isn't actually in pieces, it might as well be.

My friend Amanda and I were waiting on a corner for the Drunk Bus yesterday evening, intending to go downtown and have a drink or two with the rest of the 21-30 year olds in the whole county. Manda and I stood on the necessary corner in the late evening, groups of kids running around us, all on their way to a party or downtown or to their general debaucherous plans of the night.

I saw a guy coming towards us, using a curtain rod as a walking stick, which yes is unusual, but not so unusual for homecoming. The dumb come out and stay out for 48 hours straight for homecoming. I should know.

Anyway, the dumbass kept walking and when he got close enough to us, Amanda said something, so I turned around to answer her. In the split second that took, this dumbass wound up with his curtain rod and smacked me clean across the ass. And then he kept going! He didn't even break stride! WHAT?! I was in shock or else I would've gone running after him and beat him with his own curtain rod, but in the second it happened, the second it took me to process the absurdity of it, he was gone into the night and I was left yelling after him.

It wasn't until later, when I realized my camera, which was in my back left pocket with me cell phone, had a big crack across the LCD screen.

I find myself annoyed. Better yet, I find myself very angry. The only thing I find comfort in is that since my camera took the brunt of the hit, my cell phone made it through. ARGGHH!