Its almost over. Sure, the actual HoliDAY is over, but Hillbilly Holiday can sometimes take a week or more to come to a close. This year will probably endure longer than most given it came at the start of a weekend adding a full day to the bingeing and burning.
The mere pop of a bottle rocket sends Casper into into a manic state. Thus, my growing dislike for the 4th. In theory it should be one of my favorites...BBQ, beer, professional fireworks; all things I love. But, the more fireworks I see shot off in back yards, the more I dislike it. It's quickly becoming a major source of anxiety in my house. Not only because of Casper's extreme fear, but I just don't get it. Why would someone go to such great lengths to do something illegal (sure it's only about as illegal as gambling on the NCAA tournament) with such little payoff and with great expense. No offense to those whose incomes suffer, but why would you drive to Missoura with $4/gallon gas to spend $500 on fireworks you can't afford to get fifteen minutes of squealing and popping out of the deal. It just doesn't make sense. Thus concludes my crotchety old man rant.
So, as you shoot off the leftovers that you were too drunk to light over the weekend, think of poor Casper and ask, is it worth it?
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