Happy Birthday, USA.
I hope you did something yesterday to make you feel patriotic and I hope you didn’t work, like more than a few people did.
If you did work, you probably felt like you were in Communist Russia. And last time I checked, this was still America. Tell that Rooski boss of yours to quit treading on you.
I hope you ate some American food.
And saw some things that reminded you why this country does, on occasion, kick much ass.
i worked all day til 9pm. saw a couple fireworks on the drive home. the 4th is my favorite holiday, but i tried to tell myself it was worth it for the time and a half they had to pay me.
That fucking sucks. I’m sure that extra cashed helped ease the pain of missing your favorite holiday. You’re a good man, Ryan. But you already knew that.
everything’s survivable. right? a few years back on the 4th i was in the arctic circle doing construction. the pipeline threw us a big barbecue at lunch at least.
Indeed, life goes on. And, holy shit! That’s amazing. Can’t wait to read about that one.
i started a memoir about my stint up there a while back, but lost a lot of it in my harddrive death last summer. i pitched it to a publisher and they said “this topic is fascinating, but your writing is not.” if i had a bulletin board, that’d be on it