independence

I think the sound of fire­works has finally stopped. It was pretty loud around 10:00.

I actu­ally saw a man try­ing to teach a tod­dler (by that I mean a child wear­ing noth­ing but a dia­per) to light some fire­works. I sat there, watched the child light it, and saw the rocket shoot into the sky, above my view.

I remem­ber there being an sort of unwrit­ten rule, back home, when­ever any­one was try­ing to oper­ate fire­works. There was a cer­tain age where it was only safe to let kids play with sparklers. I don’t know what that age was, but I am fairly cer­tain that you had to be out of dia­pers to light any­thing that would cause a bunch of noise or explode in any way.

And what is the deal with fire­works? I haven’t been excited by fire­works since… well, prob­a­bly never, but I’m sure I grew out of it before I started shav­ing. Granted, I didn’t start shav­ing until after most peo­ple had started hav­ing sex, but that does not dis­prove my point.

Fire­works are bor­ing and waste­ful. They do only two things — 1) make the air smell like gun­pow­der (which I find unpleas­ant) and 2) make large explosion-​​type noises (which I also find unpleasant.)

I sup­pose you could prob­a­bly add a third — 3) They make some­one rich around this time of year. And that, of course, is why I have been annoyed all day long. Fuck­ing fuckers.

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