Bah. My Fourths suck these days. I used to go out in the sticks and blow up dolls and crates and whatever junk we could find that we didn't think anyone would miss. Having a family friend with a license for the heavy shit made for one hell of a summer back then...
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistWe did that too. He had a second home he owned out on the Ozarks. We'd grill hotdogs and catch fish and go jet skiing. I wasn't allowed to go jet skiing after the first time, though. Hit a huge wave that tossed me four metres in the air and dangerously close to the boat propeller, and my dad and the friend freaked out and decided I was still too light, so we just went back to setting stuff on fire.
Given the amount of sugar and explosives we were exposed to, I think those weeks might be the closest thing to a coke-fueled frenzy I've ever experienced.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistThat sounds like an awesome tradition.
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