fucking 4th
Happy fourth of July and all that jazz. Frankly celebrating the birth of a country I rather detest isn’t exactly something I’m looking forward to having to celebrate all day with my family. My family is going to celebrate this “joyous” occasion (that is like celebrating their own birthday to red necks all over the country) at the same place we’ve celebrated it all my life, the Clifton commons. A fun filled day of poorly made crafts, greasy carnival food, and the finest white trash Clifton Park has to offer, muttering clever names like faggot and fudge packer in between bites of their blooming onion (bloomin’ onion, if you ask them). I’ll make the best of this situation and be thankful I at least have my family to back me up if any of the Clifton Park made bigots get belligerent after they throw a few beers. If you’re there and are looking for the same deliverance from the environment I am please call my cell and we can go find the furthest corner of the commons and make like we’re somewhere else where “civilization” doesn’t exist. My cell will be on all day and all day I will be listening intently for the sound of my Destiny’s Child ringtone to sing it’s heart out.
-John
-John