The Fourth

[oddbird]

I had a really nice fourth. Tiny barbecue with excellent company followed by blues fest and fireworks. I had a damn fine view. Though I would have enjoyed the fireworks more if I didn't have the drunkest, dumbest girl standing behind me. She decided to babble shrilly throughout the entire fireworks show.

"Is that the end?"

"Is it still going"

"Is that the end?"

Oh, drunkie. Nothing ever ends.

Because it's thematically appropriate, I posted the thesis-version of a story called "The Fourth" over at A. is A.