I used to cry at fireworks. Many years ago. But not so many that it wasn't a little strange that this oldish child was publicly freaking out about some thunderous booms.
And now that I am grown up (in years, not inches) I realize that it probably won't kill me with its sound waves, even if I am sitting directly below the spot where, one year, Anthony's mom got a piece of shrapnel in her eye!
If the idiot neighbors who set off the noisy shit with NO SPARKLING of any kind can't control themselves, I'll exercise my constitutional right* to call the police.
*It's probably in here somewhere.
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