Independence

...is equal to watching fireworks from a roof. Let me tell you, from the top of a 3 story building, you feel quite liberated while watching fireworks erupt over Empire State Plaza in Albany. Also, if you're afraid of heights, you feel terrified.

Roofs are just not good places for me. Ever. Unless it's one story up or something. I was basically in a fetal position the entire time clinging to the divider between two rooftops. But wow, what a show! They did the fake grand finale thing that I love so much, but over and over. It was seriously complete with drama and intrigue. Not bad for exploding things. 

About what I wrote (earlier today) yesterday with the whole feeling patriotic thing. I don't think I quite hit it on the head. I think I was just drunk or something. Idk. Whatever. I barely even remember what I wrote...as usual.

Maybe it's weird that I truly never remember what I write here. Maybe it's not. Sometimes you feel like a nut. Sometimes you don't.

I'm out of ideas. Happy 4th of July.

P.S. It's so shitty but this will be officially published on the 5th of July. So happy whatever of July baaah!