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July 6, 2025
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petty is my revenge? this weekend is the loudest and busiest of the year, and the night of july 4th in particular was pretty stressful. the local yokel fireworks debacle tapered off at 11:20, only to resume around midnight, but louder and closer, so i stepped outside to see what was up and heard an unseen voice not far off say, the tree's on fire. i grabbed an extinguisher and loped towards the nearby gravel lot, where some loutish patriots were exercising their god given right to terrorize and endanger the neighborhood by shooting mortars and roman candles directly into the tree canopy, debris rattling down through the leaves. but the fire was out before i got close enough for them to see me, so i lurked at the periphery, not wanting to mix it up with a bunch of drunks slurring toasts to the deck-lure ay-shun-uva 'mmmerica. finally depleted, they trundled their wagon back to their cabin. we gave them the next day to clean up their mess, and when they didn't we took it upon ourselves, filled a large trash bag with the wreck- age of their juvenile antics--beer cans, spent ballistics, and tattered plastic. i left a snarky note on the bulletin board, hoping to bait them into correcting my usage... |
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