We would stop and buy a bunch of crackers. Go out the night of Christmas and New-Years to have a good time in the streets. Pow, bang, and just a great time. The smell of black powder was amazing. Fun days long gone.
Done with the hate. I just want to post what I feel is fun, pop , and just everyday life. No more of this bringing the crazy out of the woodwork for me. I still like the smoking kid....he stays.
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