Boston.com - A horde of green bandana-clad warriors descended on the intersection of Harvard and Brighton avenues in Allston yesterday, screaming, squirting, and slinging water balloons until Boston police, who said the fun was getting out of hand, stepped in to break it up. Answering the call of a local arts group, nearly 100 combatants, clad in wrestling masks, trucker hats, and military fatigues and armed with squirt pistols, hydrocannons, and water balloons, engaged in an impromptu public display of late-summer zaniness.  The event, dubbed Allston Squirt Gun Day, was put on by a group of local artists calling themselves The Clone Collective. The battle was the second squirt gun war in Boston this month. Last week a group of 20-somethings, Banditos Misteriosos, loosely recreated a Revolutionary War battle on the Esplanade, complete with fifes, drums, and blue- and red-clad combatants toting water guns.

Every fucking day it seems like there is a new event like this.  I know it shouldn’t bother me, but it does.  Why do adults (I use that term loosely) continue to feel the need to do things like this in public?  Listen I have no problem if dirty hippies want to have squirt gun fights, pillow fights or anything else in the privacy of their homes or back yards.   But what’s the rationale behind doing this at a busy intersection where the police need to get involved and you may fucking kill somebody?   The only possible explanation is that all these people must hate their lives so much that they need something like this to justify their existence.   Honestly this is the saddest cry for help for possible. Bottom line is that if the creators of events like these really wanted to help their members they’d organize group therapy sessions instead of squirt gun fights.