Ok.
So St Louis had a really good fireworks show. The biggest and best I've ever seen. Although, the music accompanying really sucked in my opinion. Not to mention the country band that played right beforehand. So I was sitting on the grass reading my book in the glowing dusk before the show, when the MC came onstage and announced that the act for the evening was about to come on, and all of a sudden an ear splitting YYEEEEHEWWW!! blistered out from directly behind me and shot me right in the head. I think he poked a hole in my eardrum with his razor sharp hay stained hollerin. So I put my book down, slowly stood up...and joined right in. ...Can't beat em, I thought. Although I did refrain from holding up my lighter and singing along while adding an emphatic "fuckin" between lyrics when "God Bless the USA" came on. But I hooted on into the night with the best of em. And it was only then then that I gained the attention of a swath of underage cornfed hotties two blankets behind me. One of them came up and asked me how old i was, cause "her friend wanted to know." Clearly knowing I was far older than they, I mumbled out "uh....twetuhfarbhldgfive", hoping that maybe my unclarity of speech would miraculously fall on her ears as 18. A little preturbed, she ran back to her pack. I saw her in the crowd a little later and I asked who she was asking for. It was then that she pulled her friend away while backing up, shoo-ing me away saying "you should hit on girls your own age, cause your like way old and that's just gross." I stood there while they dissapeared into the crowd and I was engulfed into it.
..and i was alone...
Too amused to be dissapointed, I strolled back to where we were camped and I enjoyed the remainder of the evening with the fervor of a hillbilly with cold Bud in hand and a fresh pack of chew in the pocket.
And i still got till monday afternoon. Anything could happen.
So St Louis had a really good fireworks show. The biggest and best I've ever seen. Although, the music accompanying really sucked in my opinion. Not to mention the country band that played right beforehand. So I was sitting on the grass reading my book in the glowing dusk before the show, when the MC came onstage and announced that the act for the evening was about to come on, and all of a sudden an ear splitting YYEEEEHEWWW!! blistered out from directly behind me and shot me right in the head. I think he poked a hole in my eardrum with his razor sharp hay stained hollerin. So I put my book down, slowly stood up...and joined right in. ...Can't beat em, I thought. Although I did refrain from holding up my lighter and singing along while adding an emphatic "fuckin" between lyrics when "God Bless the USA" came on. But I hooted on into the night with the best of em. And it was only then then that I gained the attention of a swath of underage cornfed hotties two blankets behind me. One of them came up and asked me how old i was, cause "her friend wanted to know." Clearly knowing I was far older than they, I mumbled out "uh....twetuhfarbhldgfive", hoping that maybe my unclarity of speech would miraculously fall on her ears as 18. A little preturbed, she ran back to her pack. I saw her in the crowd a little later and I asked who she was asking for. It was then that she pulled her friend away while backing up, shoo-ing me away saying "you should hit on girls your own age, cause your like way old and that's just gross." I stood there while they dissapeared into the crowd and I was engulfed into it.
..and i was alone...
Too amused to be dissapointed, I strolled back to where we were camped and I enjoyed the remainder of the evening with the fervor of a hillbilly with cold Bud in hand and a fresh pack of chew in the pocket.
And i still got till monday afternoon. Anything could happen.
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for a few years i lived in a farm town next to ann arbor, which was in process of being taken over by yuppies and their starter castles, so it was a kind of bizarre mix. (i was not a yuppy, and most definitely also not a redneck.) last election, the town was covered with bush signs, and my gore sign kept getting stolen from my front lawn. lol
yeah. glad to be outta that place. hicksville, USA.
And It's not so much that I had a traumatic experience with fireworks. I've just been depressed the last few times I've seen any. So they alwasy just make me sad now.
Actually, when I was about 3 or 4, I was sitting in a chair holding a sparkler. The sparkler caught the blanket that was covering me on fire. I wasn't hurt, but being engulfed with flames may have caused some sort of subconcious hate of fireworks.