It was a pretty mellow 4th of July here at the Ragin' household. And after a bit, the dogs settled down and just looked at us every time some firework went off, as if to say "Hey, should I be alarmed right now? No? OK, I'll just lay here then."
Had seafood for dinner. Not the stereotypical burgers and hot dogs, but the wife really, really REALLY wanted crab. So we found a place that had live Dungeness crab for $10 a pound, grabbed a pound of shrimp to go with it, and had us a cholesterol-laden seafood dinner. With butter. And lemon juice.
Maybe when we're out of this shithole we'll go back to being wild party animals on the 4th. But I don't want to be out and about on any major holiday in LA. The people here can't drive on a good day. Get them liquored up and hopped up on cordite, and I refuse to be on the same roads as they are.
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