Asian Eyes Are Good

Yesterday was the best July 4th ever. The weather was horrible, but by night, it started getting better. The rain had stopped, and we got the grill out. But even with lighter fluid and charcoal, our fire kept dying. My dad and uncles came out and used some old method and got the fire going.

And with that, the celebrations started! Man, there's nothing better than food you cook yourself. We spent at least an hour just cooking and eating and yelling at retards who were playing with fireworks. I mean, if you're in a field of rocks, why would you choose to put the fireworks next to the few plants there? It's not rocket science, kids.

I didn't think our family bought fireworks this year, but it turns out my cousin's husband had a whole box full and my cousin (Brian) and I wasted no time in lighting them up. We put a Killer Bee and a Saturn Missile next to each other, and the combination was amazing. We did it again, and this time, the Saturn Missiles (I lit them...) began shooting sideways towards Brian.

I screamed at him to run, but he clutches his face all of a sudden and stumbles behind a car. We rush inside, and he begins washing his face with cold water as I go and get the ice.

The Saturn Missile had just missed his eye and hit the part under it. There was a very noticeable mark, and if his eyes were anything but Asian, he might have gotten hit in the eye.

Ironic thing: When we were BBQing, I turned around to look at fireworks and a small part (hot too!) fell out of the sky and went in my eye. My left eye, and it was his left eye that got hit.

-Gary M.