I have some questionable neighbors, some of which fit DC’s template. But. Turns out, I’m in Hawaii this 4th. I guess they get their own natural fireworks here. Been here half a day and haven’t heard a one. Best part is, I have somebody back at the house watching things and hanging with the dog. The dog actually doesn’t care about fireworks at all, so far as I can tell. Lucky that way, I reckon.
P.s. The father of the questionable neighbor told me it wouldn’t be an issue anymore after I had words one 4th (kind words...well, I started off super kind) a few years back, as shrapnel rained down upon me and my guests and my house. Egregious.
But yeah, I was a teenage pyromaniac.
There’s a song.
P.s. The father of the questionable neighbor told me it wouldn’t be an issue anymore after I had words one 4th (kind words...well, I started off super kind) a few years back, as shrapnel rained down upon me and my guests and my house. Egregious.
But yeah, I was a teenage pyromaniac.
There’s a song.