Dust and Angst

Interestingly, I passed the evening of the Fete de Muton (the Feast of the Ram for you infidels) in Segou, playing the original Super Mario Brothers in some guy's rented room. He'd invited me in for tea. I was trying to talk shit, saying I was gonna beat them correctly, etc. And those mild Muslin boys, in their glossy booboos just said, yes, were sure you're very good, and congradulated me when I avoided fire balls and stuff.