I am horrible

My turtle died. It has a big bulgy tumor-looking thing under its head. I think the little rock or whatever it had in the fold of skin when I got it finally got infected. I found it upside down against the back of its tub.

I'll bury it tomorrow at Al-Azhar Park. Here's a picture of Gamera while still alive.

A day at the office

So yeah. That's a hyena. Swear to God. This guy has trained it to pretend to attack people as part of a traveling show. Swear to God.

This picture was featured in the 2005 World Press Photo exhibition, which is just now getting to Cairo.

What the fuck is wrong with me? And you, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why is everyone so fucked up?

I flipped out on some kids the other day. I was walking down the street with Adam when some prepubescent twerp starts in with the old "fuck you, fuck you" business. I take it personally, and start mocking him loudly.

"Fuck! Fuck you fuckity fuck fuck, motherfucker!"

Roused from his preadolescent stupor, the little shit goes into it, talking about my mother's cunt and so forth. We turn the corner and leave them about 20 meters behind, when rocks start skipping past us.

My self-righteous circuits switch in, and I let them have it. I'm screaming, waving my fist. Really bellowing — where's your mother and so forth. Adam makes like he's going to pound the kid and the kid runs away. Finally some guy comes off the street and makes them apologize.
The kid who threw the rocks calls out "I'm sorry," but his voice is almost drowned out by his friends' calls of "fuck you" and "couz ummak."

I've been fantasizing about beating the shit out of him. Self-righteousness.

Mama and Samah

At the Nile Cafe. Lighting was none too good.