Eleven
Today is the fifth of July and my legs are killing me. I’ve had a bad cold the last couple of days brought on by the funky weather we’ve been having. Hot during the day, so you open your windows at night in order to keep cool only to have to close it at about four in the morning because you’re freezing. I spent the fourth of July walking. First to and from the stadium where me and a friend went to see the semifinal match of the women’s world cup. The place was packed with nubile White women in halter tops. Our team won the soccer match, and they made me feel proud. They played their hearts out. The other team was more talented and handled the ball with more style, but our team won with sheer hard work and guts. My friend let me drive his car and after the match I stopped at a grocery store in order to get some money from the ATM to pay him back for the ticket and then I went to McDonalds. I refrained from using the ketchup dispenser because a very dirty homeless man was guarding it for someone as he danced to the music from the overhead speakers. I was totally spent when I got home and resigned myself to staying in and watching the fireworks on television, but when the sun went down, and it got dark I was itchy to get out so I got dressed and left. They definitely do the Fourth of July right in my neighborhood. As I walked to the subway station, I passed countless groups of Brown people igniting impressive amounts of explosives. By the time I got to where the big show was it was over, and the crowd was leaving. There were youngsters here and there shooting off their fireworks and a group of kids holding up traffic singing the Star-Spangled Banner. It felt good to be with everyone. I just sat and watched as some boy would light a flame of some kind then jump it with his skateboard. As a general rule I’ve noticed the skateboarders here tend to be pretty lame. The really good ones appear to be down South, but this boy was okay. He would time his jump at the point when the flame was at its highest then soar over it. Not once did he misland with his board.