Post by wannaberoo'ing on Jul 3, 2014 16:29:43 GMT -5
This happened in my hometown, where I grew up. The bar beside the fireworks stand caught on fire. No one was hurt. Just some idiots (the tent owner and the bar owner) who had set up an illegal fireworks stand (that very day) too close to a building and crammed $100,000 worth of flammables in there.
Fourth: Flights beginning at 6am, one to five bloody marys, get to Florida around 4pm. Soccer, whisky, beer, smokes, cow & pig parts, pool, explosions, swimming, argument, music, friendship, fall asleep on a floaty. Saturday: Repeat everything except the flying. Sunday: Same as Saturday.
Post by Thor Galore on Jul 3, 2014 19:37:08 GMT -5
A few months after moving to America my mother's family heard a ceaseless barrage of explosions from outside their Harlem apartment. They all hid under the kitchen table, fearing that we were under attack by a foreign country. My aunt, who was 8 at the time, cried hysterically.