idiots will be idiots, whether or not they are adults

(in case this is too small to be readable, the interchange goes like so:
- Look. It says you have to be eighteen to buy cigarettes.
- Eighteen?!? By then I'll know better!)

Alas, if only it were so. I worked at Food Lion over the summer, and one night one of my coworkers came through my line to buy a pack of cigarettes and some cigars. I was disappointed, as he looked younger than me, and I hadn't known he smoked. As such, I carded him, and his birthday had been maybe a week previous. He told another coworker that since he was eighteen and hadn't smoked, he wanted to try. The good James responded with what I was thinking: if you haven't smoked before, why start now? Anyway, the young idiot went his way, and that night I prayed that when he tried his purchases out, he would become violently ill for hours afterward. I have pity on those who smoke because they are addicted. I don't condone it, but I do pity them. I pity this boy much less, and only insofar as idiocy buys my pity, which isn't far.

an explanation

I thought that a good way to begin would be to explain the title of this blog. I still think that; ergo, that is what I am going to do. First, it is in reference to a running joke between a friend and I concerning my resemblance to a monkey. Since (metaphorically), I do want to and try to fly, I liked the title. Second, it's meant as a little nod to Wicked, the extraordinary Broadway musical. (to the less enlightened, there are flying monkeys in the show) Third, and so obvious I hesitate to say it, it's in reference to the old "as the crow flies." Ecce! My firstest blog.