“Unhappy it is, though, to reflect that a brother’s sword has been sheathed in a brother’s breast and that the once-happy plains of America are either to be drenched with blood or inhabited by slaves. Sad alternative! But can a virtuous man hesitate in his choice?” - George Washington, 1777
Wednesday, July 1, 2020
Pissing off neighbors
So it turns out that pulling the pin on a high output smoke grenade and tossing it into your yard pisses off some of your neighbors. The guy who lives 4 doors down is REALLY pissed. I don't care. It isn't illegal, and I broke no rules.
Why,did the cloud obstruct his view of Venus or something? Or is he just one of the neighborhood folks who don't like anything out of the ordinary - ever?
When we were boneheaded teens, my best friend and I pooled our dough and bought a clapped out dirt bike. The thing was mostly duct tape and radiator clamps. Someone had cut the exhaust and re-welded it with an expansion chamber. It was super loud.
One July 4th, my buddy was going up and down his suburban street trying to get the pig to do a wheelie.The sound echoing off the houses was exquisite, and the neighborhood crank went to complain to my friends dad, who blew him off.
The old man had been grinning like an idiot the whole time we were riding, gave us an epic line; "364 days a year I live by his rules. I can have a day. Fck him, ride your bike"
Why,did the cloud obstruct his view of Venus or something? Or is he just one of the neighborhood folks who don't like anything out of the ordinary - ever?
ReplyDeleteSmoke! out!
ReplyDeleteHe is gonna be so happy when you test the flash-bang.
ReplyDeleteWhen we were boneheaded teens, my best friend and I pooled our dough and bought a clapped out dirt bike. The thing was mostly duct tape and radiator clamps. Someone had cut the exhaust and re-welded it with an expansion chamber. It was super loud.
ReplyDeleteOne July 4th, my buddy was going up and down his suburban street trying to get the pig to do a wheelie.The sound echoing off the houses was exquisite, and the neighborhood crank went to complain to my friends dad, who blew him off.
The old man had been grinning like an idiot the whole time we were riding, gave us an epic line; "364 days a year I live by his rules. I can have a day. Fck him, ride your bike"