First time I spent Forth of July in the states I heard a bang then a scream and to this day I still have no idea if I overheard a murder or a celebration
Probably an accidental murder by firework. It's kinda funny, my brother works at a champs store that is closest to the reservations (not as close as it sounds) and after the Fourth of July a bunch of Native American kids/teens came in with lots of extra cash to spend. Normally they make a couple THOUSAND per week on this while people stock up, but they'd been making less than usual. Only a few thousand less than normal. This is all I remember from my brother's story. Still, we love our fireworks THAT MUCH.
We love big fireworks and buy a lot from native americans. Those are illegal for a reason. We can get a little explosion-happy and accidents happen. And I remember now that this last summer the drought caused them to be banned in fear of starting even more wildfires
Every fourth of July my brother comes in and goes "It's time to play the hood's favorite game. Firework....Or gunshot". I didn't know this was an actual thing.
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