War Zone

I have some sociopathic neighbors who think it’s fun to set off fireworks until well after 10 or even 11:00.
Here’s a suggestion, meatheads: if you like the sound of bombs so much, why don’t you take yourselves to Afghanistan, or even better, Iraq.
And as for the loud-mouthed punk who was on Route 28 tonight and pulled in to one of those low-rent condos by the dump: I’m really REALLY sorry I didn’t make life better for the rest of us by following you the rest of the way home and crushing your ignorant, worthless ass into a blob of insensate protoplasm – sort of like the goo that sloshes around in that Neanderthal skull of yours.
Then again, I’m glad I didn’t soil my new truck.

Rain

It’s raining, and the gardeners and landscapers are happy, if not the parents of schoolkids on their first day of summer vacation.
It’s been weeks since we’ve had rain, and this is a good, soaking one that comes, luckily, a day after the local Pro-Am.

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Hot

It’s been hot since I got back from California, and today felt like one of the worst. I’ve got two glasses of iced tea going, and my computer keyboard is acting a little strangely.
Glad today was the last day of school for the kids, and I’ll bet their teachers are even happier.