Lightning Blue Eyes

The smell of sulfur and black powder still fills my nostrils, my legs are dotted with small red burn marks, and I've consumed at least three grilled meats in the past four days. Happy birthday, America.

In the past four days, I've gotten drunk twice (almost entirely on PBR), bought illegal fireworks from the back room of a party store in east side Detroit, went to the Taste Fest, got bored by the Taste Fest, lost a girlfriend (for real this time), DJed, consumed more energy drinks than any 200-pound man should, and spent a lot of good time with friends.

Shee-it, that's what summer's all about. Except for losing the girlfriend, that hurts. But I'll live.