I used to never really hate fireworks. But 3 things have changed my mind:
- having a dog who is terrified of them
- the escalation in increasingly loud boomers over cool light shows
- motherfuckers who keep doing it until 2 am
Anyway, nowadays I'm on team prosthetic surgery
I used to love fireworks on the 4th of July. Nowadays, I try to comfort my cats while we have to deal with jackasses (almost certainly all men) finding the loudest legal explosives in the Midwest and blowing them up in my alley.
