Eleven
Today is
the fifth of July and my legs are killing me. I’ve had a bad cold the last
couple of
days brought on
by the funky weather we’ve been having. Hot during the day, so you open your
windows at
night in order to keep cool only to have to close it at about four in the
morning
because you’re
freezing.
I spent the
fourth of July walking. First to and from the stadium where me and a friend
went
to see the semifinal
match of the women’s world cup. The place was packed with nubile White
women in halter
tops. Our team won the soccer match, and they made me feel proud. They
played their
hearts out. The other team was more talented and handled the ball with more
style,
but our team
won with sheer hard work and guts.
My friend
let me drive his car and after the match I stopped at a grocery store in order
to get
some money from
the ATM to pay him back for the ticket and then I went to McDonalds. I
refrained from
using the ketchup dispenser because a very dirty homeless man was guarding it
for someone as
he danced to the music from the overhead speakers.
I was
totally spent when I got home and resigned myself to staying in and watching
the
fireworks on
television, but when the sun went down, and it got dark I was itchy to get out
so I
got dressed and
left.
They
definitely do the Fourth of July right in my neighborhood. As I walked to the
subway
station, I
passed countless groups of Brown people igniting impressive amounts of
explosives.
By the time
I got to where the big show was it was over, and the crowd was leaving. There
were youngsters
here and there shooting off their fireworks and a group of kids holding up
traffic singing
the Star-Spangled Banner. It felt good to be with everyone. I just sat and
watched
as some boy
would light a flame of some kind then jump it with his skateboard. As a general
rule I’ve
noticed the skateboarders here tend to be pretty lame. The really good ones
appear to
be down South,
but this boy was okay. He would time his jump at the point when the flame was
at its highest
then soar over it. Not once did he misland with his board.
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