friday night / in the park / i think it was the fourth of july
Just got back from watching what I could of the city fireworks display1. I thought it would be a good idea to park myself in the open field next to the stop’n-rob at the corner of Clinton Parkway and Wakarusa Drive, which is about two blocks from my apartment.
Unfortunately, about two hundred others had the same idea, so rather than the scent of clean prairie air and the sounds from my loaner iPod, I had the sounds of inane blabbering and the scents of cheap beer, musty Danielle Steel novels, and suburban thigh-blubber coated in Off.
Don’t get me wrong — I’m a bit of a pyro, and you know, yay America! But I opted for a comfortable recliner, an air-conditioned apartment, and some cold Boulevard.
- which celebrates freedom by banning fireworks for us lesser lights. [↩]
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