one night a few months ago i was biking home from work (pedicabbing), about 3:30AM. i was flying through the west campus neighborhoods, pretty tired and not really paying attention since the streets looked deserted. suddenly, an object wizzed past my left ear, missing by a couple of inches, and splashed on the pavement beside my bike. looking up, i heard laughing coming from a third floor apartment whose rent is probably triple my own. as the realization set in that i would have probably gone over my handlebars had the water balloon hit its mark, rage almost overcame fatigue and common sense. can't say i've ever wanted to hurt anyone, personally, more than i did then. it's probably best i didn't, though. moral of the story: water balloons can kill, kids.