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So I've never finished my Roswell entry. I was reminded of it by tonight. Some Hispanic future thug and his other five year old friends were shooting off fireworks in the street just now. It reminded me of when Anthony and I bought $50 worth of fireworks underneath a white tent from a white trash family that was sharing a pizza. We set the fireworks off in a dirt lot behind the hotel and my brother threw some fireworks at my feet and I didn't realize it until I looked down and hopped all over the place. He was laughing but I got mad because I could have looked like a Vietnam War Vet. As the wick to the very last sparkler exploded into the dry summer air we walked back into the hotel. Willy Nelson's roady was watching us the whole time. He told my brother that he could have blown my legs off.