I think I'm getting older
The reason being, for the first time since 1988, I spent exactly ZERO dollars and ZERO cents on fireworks for myself.Usually, I'd go peruse the aisles of a couple local fireworks stands, coming away with some firecrackers just to pop in the yard. This year however, I didn't even make it to a stand.
I was reminicsing about the good old days when BJ and I would count the days until we could pop fireworks. Of course, back then, you could only pop them on the third and the fourth. We would somehow scrounge together money, but we also had an in as we would help unpack a fireworks stand that was behind the restaurant that BJ's mom worked at.
The guy who ran the stand told us, "You two come see me tomorrow morning and we'll work something out." He'd cut us a great deal and we would be set with all kinds of daytime stuff, mainly explosive things and smoking things. We would go back to our backyard and blow all kinds of things up. Sometimes we'd go to his house and piss the neighbors off because we were blowing stuff up. We set their bushes on fire numerous times and nearly had to call the fire department once or twice.
A few years later, BJ, Jarr, G-squared and myself had a Roman Candle fight of epic proportions. We got another great deal from the fireworks stand and ended up with 160+ 8-shot Roman Candles. The fight itself lasted about an hour, but of course we all put on old clothes. They actually managed to light me on fire during the fight. Damn those flaming balls. It was a great time punctuated by the next morning's HUGE sign warning people not to discharge fireworks on college property.
Ahh, yes. Those were the good old days.
posted by Rusty @ 6:58 PM
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