I wrote this last 4th of July after downing my third cup of coffee and anxiously awaiting my first alcohol free Independence Day since, well, I don't know. You can tell I was still a little bitter about not being "allowed" to drink. I quote that to emphasize the sarcasm in the statement. Be safe and take a moment to appreciate the people you spend this day with.
Oh, the Fourth of July. America's Independence Day. A time for all red-blooded Americans to come together over their good ol' Webber grills and celebrate our nation's freedom. A time to reflect back on generations before us and a time to huddle with our future generations to watch the sky ignite in a rainbow of fire. It's a time where for at least just one moment we can remember, We all make up one nation under God.
It's also a time to say, "Fuck it!" And drink 'till you forget who you are. It's a time to remember that the only thing in your stomach is good 'ol American Budwiser, and force yourself to eat the last cold and blackened, sand encrusted wiener from the Webber. It's a time to embrace your freedom while you're floating on a raft, drinking your Pabst just outside the reach of the long arm of the law. It's a time to blow up a watermelon with a stick of dynamite.
So, as you ride off into the night on a bike you just found, under the red, white and blue explosions in the sky, remind yourself, We are one nation under God, therefore, "This bike is my bike, too!"
Happy 4th
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