At about 10 pm I hear fireworks and my dogs go nuts. July 9, keep in mind. I go outside, and the new renters a couple of houses down are shooting off fireworks in the street, which I have never seen anyone do in the 8 years that I have owned my house. We live in a hot, dry place, and you may have heard we have been having a bit of a drought. I had thought of police, but I really did not want the nuclear option immediately with someone new
So I walked down, said excuse me, and asked the guy to stop, and told him it was a fire hazard. (Lots of trees overhanging our street, and sparks were rising into the branches). In, brief, he was a dick about it, and said he would come scream at my house in the daytime. Sometimes, shit is just exhausting.
Grace is disappointed in humanity