Crazy Teens

I was walking this afternoon with the dog and my 'if it's sharp and shiny-I want to pick it up' child when I heard a bunch of voices behind me out in the desert. I turn around and it's the local high school cross country team running towards us. As they pass, I see that the 'one' girl is slightly ahead and in the center of 8 boys. Classic! One of them had some strong freekin cologne on, one had a mohawk, one wearing a pique polo shirt?! had black vibram five fingers on.

They passed us and ran down the street spreading out so that all of them covered both lanes of road. A green motorcycle was coming directly at half of them. I could hear them shouting "No no no we must stick together! " Then they were bumping into each other and laughing. As soon as they began moving over, the motorcycle revved up and sped through them rounding the corner in a whir of sound which was followed by hoots and hollers of course.

To top off the silliness, just another couple of hundred meters down the road I see this large kid talking up a loud storm to a circle of a strange assortment of smaller teens...maybe teens? I can't tell anymore. As we approach they break up and I hear the big one yell, "well you're a Filipino so go eat some lumpia you puto!"