I mean, the one night of the year when the most guns are fired is the 4th of July. I try to leave the city for the whole weekend. It’s not safe to stand out on the porch to watch what fireworks there are. It’s fucking ridiculous, and terrifying. One year when I couldn’t get away, I kept family in another state on a video call. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. It’s pretty obvious when they’re both going off at once, what’s fireworks and what’s guns.
I mean, the one night of the year when the most guns are fired is the 4th of July. I try to leave the city for the whole weekend. It’s not safe to stand out on the porch to watch what fireworks there are. It’s fucking ridiculous, and terrifying. One year when I couldn’t get away, I kept family in another state on a video call. They couldn’t believe what they were hearing. It’s pretty obvious when they’re both going off at once, what’s fireworks and what’s guns.
That’s not even getting into the PTSD aspects of that completely fucked “holiday”.