Snowflakes in Hell

One of my neighbors around the corner seems to have cornered the market on contraband fireworks, because he put on a pretty impressive display.  I heard a scream come from the guy, but I think it’s because he got sprayed with a glittery firework, because he resumed setting them off.  Either that or he’ll wake up tomorrow with a hangover, and no thumb.

To everyone in my neighborhood lighting off contraband fireworks: your wonton disregard for laws against fun, and the politicians and buraucrats who wish to protect you make you great Americans.

A fine example of the art of “tagging” in the late 18th Century that I have managed to dig up ;)