Un-American

July 4th is upon us. A time for celebration, drinking, eating and blowing shit up. Personally, I couldn’t give a shit anymore. When I was a youngster it was fun to spend an ass load of money on fireworks, and even more fun to watch it all go up in smoke in a matter of minutes. There was always the thrill of “what are we going to blow up next”.  My brother and I would search for coffee cans, mailboxes, pop cans and whatever else we could find that just might give way under the concussion of a Black Cat firecracker. We would spend hours outside in 90 degree heat fulfilling our thirst for destruction. Both of us had enough sense to leave small animals alone and out of our destructive path. We were crazy, but not psycho's. When it comes to cook outs everyone always associates watermelon with their meal along with mass quantities of alcohol. That’s how my family rolls anyway. I love me some grilled hamburgers and hot dogs, but watermelon? Come on, that shit is nasty! I HATE watermelon just about as much as I have a dislike for The Rolling Stones. Now that is un-American according to my father! I guess as we get older we tend to loose interest in things that use to get us excited as a kid. So far this 4th I have managed not to spend a goddamn dime on fireworks and I plan to keep it that way!