I had to work an extra shift yesterday as a favor. I arrived to find my office broken into. I am pissed and will need time to process and heal before I am able to write about this, but i soon will.

So instead I shall tell you about a less traumatic but equally surprising event that took place yesterday. After I describe the break in as ‘inconceivable’ one of the most gangster kids we have stops in his tracks and proclaims that I sound just like the bad guy from princess bride. Except he doesn’t actually say that he tells me I sound just like Vizzini (the bad guy). I am stunned. I question the kid, and it turns out, to my total amazement that it is his second favorite film after some gang land classic I have never heard of. My initial skepticism is washed away by some quick questioning and by now I could quite literally be sent tumbling to the ground by a mere brush with a feather. He is not only intimate with the plot and characters, but is passionate about them too. Then a second kid, the most thuggish of thugs, and the youth that probably sanctioned the break in over hears us and asks “are you talking about the princess Bride? I love that film it is a favorite of mine.” I am again stunned and amazed they know about it. Excitedly he asks ” Have you seen that other John?” No help. “The John with the young bull?” Still nothing. “The one with the rock eating bull?” “Never ending story?” I offer. “That’s it. That shits banging. When that horse sinks in the swamp I used to cry so much as a kid.” I get a unexpected glimpse into this probable killers Psyche. “Have you seen the second and third ones?” “Yes!!!” the first kid proclaims. “I have, that nearly ruin the first one, them john’s where so bad.” I sit in utter disbelief.  Not that they like the film, but that I forget that these guys were once kids that did regular kid things.  I feel like a prejudiced dick. “What about that other one?” I have no idea what’s coming ” the john with the singing bulls… and the machine that sucks the life out of… “ “Dark Crystal” The second youth interrupts. “I love that, with all the Gelflings.” I am never really shocked or scared by events at work. Now I am terrified. I have no idea what is happening. This is unpredicted and unsettling. I am expecting something cataclysmic to happen. By now three or four youth are chatting with us. “What about the one with all the little folk?” A new youth asks. I am almost catatonic. I am in such deep shock I have no idea how to act. I have lost the ability to speak. “Willow?”I finally ask. “Yes! Yes!” To or three proclaim. I get up and leave. I can no longer take it. I have to look for kids trying to steel and kill each other. Order and balance must be returned to the universe. This is far too much to take. But I leave with a little hope. But a healthy dose of fear. After this anything is possible.