Lots of fireworks going off here the last few days, especially tonight of course. I walked to Flushing Meadow Park but there was nothing happening there. Must be people in alleys shooting them off.
Oh, to be a kid in Flushing, Queens again. I would wave my innocent idiot sparklers while some other kid inevitably blew his fingers off with a cherry bomb. Well, that's what you get for being mean to cats and turtles, you degenerate fukk. And then of course you had the usual rapscallions lighting firecrackers near your head and deafening you for weeks. Assholes, I hope they're all dead now. It's funny how the Chinese invented gunpowder, and they're the biggest procurers. Goddamn it, America, make your own shit. Went to the grocery store today, and some guy had a huge tent set up: "FIREWORKS DISCOUNT, NO SMOKING!" If I smoked, I would've lit a fuse the old fashioned way: strike a matchbook with a lone matchstick, and when the whole thing goes up, toss. Happy 4th, enjoy your collective day, hug your family and friends, eat a lot of corn, beans, potato salad, casseroles from hell, and things that resemble dicks. With onions.
Happy Independence Day, the original brexit. When you are shooting off fireworks today,remember the life lessons JPP taught us
Haha, the original Brexit, yeah, baby. JPP, what a dope, I knew both were coming up. JPP then went on to make a fireworks safety video. You can't make it up. Born in Florida, it checks out.
^Happy Belated Canada Day, where the U.S., the French, and the Brits made a concerted effort to annihilate the indigenous with small pox! Canada kicked azz in WW II. Pretty much unsung, which needs to be rectified. Just spouting history. I do love Abe Lincoln's top hat, though. Peace, bro.
Matt what on earth do you do ? The only people that should be at work are security people and the Gruccis
M80s, haha, Holy Chit, talk about dynamiting the neighborhood. I personally find fireworks annoying. It was much more fun to unroll cap paper in the Winter and hit it with a hammer on the basement floor. We're talking about when cap guns were the real deal. "What's going on down there?" "Uh, nothing . . ." My Daddy was a perfectionist tool person. Peg board reality. He didn't care about what was blowing up or if the house was gonna burn down. What he cared about was the goddamned hammer.
Walked to the park again but I never did get the fireworks experience. I don't know where they were setting them off from. I walked deep into the park and it was deserted (and dark). Crazy thing to do, I guess. I walked about 5 miles.
