Hey, street fireworks guy. You’ve ignited my passion once again -- in addition to a string of seventeen sad sparklers in a row. You put all your limbs at risk -- and for what? Our amusement? Really, no need. Your willingness to take it to the streets after most have gone to sleep inspires. Most people bring back a token sombrero or an illegitimate child from their spring break trip to Mexico. You? You came back with a boatload of illegal explosives. And trust me, there’s nothing people like more than you setting things ablaze in their front yard to commemorate the holiday. But don't worry. You’ll always have a small audience of neighbors at your show -- if just because they don’t want you to accidentally blow up their house pet. So, kudos, freelance fireworks guy. Much like your program, I hope you do not flame out long before your time. See you next year. I’m sure.
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Ah, but he is small beans compared to the drunk guy who lives down the block from my parents' beach house and every New Year rides his motorcycle while discharging his shotgun and screaming "Happy &%# New Year Mother&%#ers!". It wouldn't be New Year's without him.
ReplyDeleteI'm sure it's the same guy. Or a relative. He brings joy the only way he knows how. At high decibels.
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