Last night, sitting on my white plastic chair, watching my tax dollars explode into an abundant array of colors in the sky, all I could really think about was the irony of America’s favorite holiday. How did we get here? How did I get here? How many marshmallows did I really eat?
Let me fill you in.
We have this holiday here in America called Independence Day. It’s usually held on July 4th. As far as I know, we celebrate it every year. It’s a day where family members forward each other e-motional e-mails about the hardships of our forefathers. You get them, I get them, nobody reads them. (more…)