4th of July, in '03 or '04 and a friend of mine invites me to bring my fireworks to his house on the golf course where he was a groundskeeper. I got there after sundown, he had a small fire going so we (me, Big D & his gf) grilled some brats & burgers, around 11pm we started lightin' up the sky, I probably had about $600 invested in some real good rockets, mortars and 24 & 36 shot cakes. there was a strong wind out of the west.
we were done by 1am & I headed home, but I woke up the next day slightly startled, I suddenly thought to myself, "shit! the paper from all those fireworks would be spread all over the course," I called Big D right away, but by that time he'd already been fired. He woke up at first light to start his day and looked out to the east, the course was a mess with about 2 or 3 acres of ground covered by debris. His boss pulled up, saw the mess & the remnant tubes, burnt cakes etc sitting near his fire pit.
He said that he should've been madder (at himself) but it looked so funny that he laughed his ass off instead.......
love to see a car full of detectives go past all jammed up inside , hoping they all fart n stink them self's out. pig bastards.
