To the @#$% a-hole neighbor who lit up a few window rattling rockets at 2AM in the morning:
Ok, I get that there’s a certain appeal to lighting up the sky with illegal fireworks you bought from 3 states away. I get that because everyone else does it, you just have to do it too.
But you know, some of us actually work for a living, and we kinda need our beauty sleep so we don’t end up waking up the next morning in a completely violent mood, along with the compulsive urge to, oh, I don’t know, break down your door and start jamming lit sparklers up your stupid inconsiderate buzzoonies.
Think about it.

















Linc needs A LOT of beauty sleep. If I were his neighbors I wouldn’t have woke him up at 2AM. Shiver…..
Yikes! I guess I won’t complain about the punks lighting off fireworks in front of my apartment at midnight. 2 a.m. is much worse. It’s a shame, too, because with these kids, the whole point of the holiday is lost on them. It’s just become a day to enjoy pyrotechnics.
I know, it’s a shame too. Ironically enough, I used to like fireworks, but I guess somewhere along the way they just didn’t appeal to me anymore. Oh well.
That’s because you’re not shooting them off yourself. Now only people who drive 2 states over to buy fireworks illegally do and it’s an annoyance because they not only broke the law but now they’re bothering you with their law-breaking.
Where’s Roscoe P. Coltrane when you need him?
Eh, I think I’d prefer John Wayne. :-D
We used to light up sparklers and other pretty lights that didn’t give off any noise, perfectly legal and fun. I remember lighting them in our backyard, chasing lightning bugs, and having a nice BBQ while I enjoyed watching the Twilight Zone marathon. :)