December 31, 2006
What a surprise
Originally published December 31, 2003
I called Jennifer today and asked if Quinton could come shoot fireworks and spend the night with me tonight. I got her answering machine and left a message. I was as stunned as if I had been pole-axed when she showed up at 6:00 this evening. I get to keep Quinton tonight.
The kids ran through 144 sparklers in about 30 minutes. They barely waited for the sun to go down before they burned every one I bought. I set off a few voo-doo balls, which always bring gasps of appreciation, then I decided to try some of those TNT cannisters.
GOT-DAM! That is one fucking good piece of fireworks there. That sucker is like a voo-doo ball times three, with a LOT more noise. It lights up the night sky and makes your eyes glaze. THREE explosions, complete with FLAMING BALLS! That's the best shit I ever saw, and the kids love it.
If I left all the decisions up to them, I would have my supply exhausted by now. They wanted me to set them off all back-to-back, but I didn't do that. I sat outside with them, and when a neighbor fired a bottle rocket or set off a string of firecrackers, I said, "Take THIS," and fired a TNT blast. I heard applause echoing down the road a few times tonight.
I have the best fireworks in the neighborhood and I'm going to burn every one of those things tonight. So far, no cops.
I hope it stays that way and I hope that my boy has a good time tonight.
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