I sit here writing from Anthony’s computer. I have a computer it’s just not set up. Writing from within Anthony’s room. His room because his computer is in it.
Right just now my mom called me. She told me she was down at the beach watching the fireworks. I hear patriotic music blaring from beyond her voice. I tell her that I like the music and start laughing. She says yeah me too and starts laughing as well.
Enough sidetracking. Before my mom just called me, I had been siting on my balconey rocking out to some CCR. Drinking a beer too. I was thinking that 4th of July was such a great holiday. There seemed to be nothing more American than the hundreds of fireworks exploding in the sky and on the streets. I watched down below on Alexandria as a dad holds the firework he is about to light. The kids bright smiles glowing face to face with bottlerockets.
Fireworks are illegal in the county of Los Angeles. But on this one day people openly ignite their m8o’s, bottlerockets, black cats and piccalo petes. It’s almost like on this day everyone just says fuck to authority. FUCCCKKK OURRRR GOVERNMENT! YOU CAN NOT STOP ME FROM THROWING THIS PIECE OF MINIATURE DYNAMITE UNDER MY LANDLORD’S CAR!!!!!!
Then I realize that this is my dog’s most dog hellish days. Where the bangs make my dog drink toilet water and pant/pace around like Bill Gates would if he was married to a cyborg I meant it in a bad way for my dog and a good way 4 mr. gates. And there was no amount of petting that could console my dog’s temporary insanity…..thahts the bewty f tis hullideyy.
