The house was surrounded with people shooting off more fireworks last night. It must be nice to not have a fucking job, so you can launch explosives into the air for hours and hours. But where you get the money for those fireworks I don't know, with the no-job thing and all.
If I thought I could get eight hours of sleep in jail, I would cheerfully throttle the next fucking turd to so much as lights a firecracker.
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