Fireworks: Be Careful!

Indeed, a last year's post from Facebook :) Why be original, when I can steal from myself...

Yesterday, on the news, there was the predicted cautionary tale of a youth who played with fireworks and had to pay the price in blood. They showed the romantic alley and the victim made a wide gesture with his good hand (the one he masturbates with) to point out how high the blood was splattered on the wall last year. It was very dramatic. I love drama. The youth, who was impeccably dressed, then told of a loud beep in his ears and of his stumbling into the street and onto a bridge, where he sat down and didn't dare look at what remained of his left hand. He hinted at a dark spot on the ground below, where the blood pooled (and I imagined hungry piranhas in the river under the bridge), and then it gradually got all dark. In the hospital, after numerous operations, the doctors had made quite a work of art. The youth, instead of saying "Thank you", remembered he didn't say anything when he gazed at the result. Hmmmm. More drama.

Most drama lies in the stuff only hinted at, which is why I like Hemingway, who knew how to write well. However, the news then warned viewers to turn away now and lock the kids in the bathroom during the next shot. I got closer to the television...rubbing my hands.

OH MY!!!!

I had to post this story and my view on the matter, because annoying youths are bombarding my sensitive ears with fireworks and my guinea pigs, who're jumpy by default, only look at me with big eyes now, as if it's all my fault.

The news item also made me remember my youthful days playing with fireworks. The early January days were always spent collecting unexploded fireworks, except on rainy days, and then it was time to safely detonate them. How I hated the short fuses! You see, I was on the bomb squad. I have saved many a kid's fingers and eyes and whole hands even by getting rid of the dangerous stuff.

Anyway, stay safe and clean up your mess. Also, before you light that dumb rocket into the air or want to explode that Chinese bomb, remember what you can all do with that hand of yours... Personally, my fingers are one of my biggest assets. Not sure about you. Never will I put them on the line for something as idiotic as fireworks again. I am not on the bomb squad anymore.

Warning: I will strangle the first one to throw a piece of fireworks at me. Hate that.

Peace. I think this firework stuff gets on me nerves somehow.

-- December 31st 2012