i was , in the parlance of an ancient day , cruising for a bruising , and while a more disdainful teenager would have walked away , and a more aggressive teenager would have dropped the bag and kicked some major preteen ass , i kept ghting snowbal with snowball , laughing as if boomer and i were playing a school yard game , flinging my orbs with winter abandon , wishing sofia were here by my side ... . until i hit the kid in the eye .