Fireworks for the Firecracker
Me: When I was a kid, ice cream was like two dollars.
Her: That was like 50 years ago!
Me: I wasn’t getting ice cream when I was one year old!
Her: Fine, that was 40 years ago.
Me: Still, 40 years in a long time.
Her: Yeah – 40 years ago, you were your dad’s remote control.
The Firecracker wanted to see the fireworks display – she’s really into stuff like that – and it was back on the west side of Manhattan for the first time in a decade, so she convinced me to go with her.
I don’t like crowds and the last time I saw the fireworks near my pad was 12 years ago.
Me: You really wanna see this?
Her: Cm’on – fireworks for the Firecracker!
Me: Fiiinne.
We ended up sitting next to the nice couple from San Diego visiting their Ph.d candidate son at Columbia.
Originally, we didn’t think we’d have a good view, but it ended up being pretty good after all.
Her: Thanks for coming, I know it wasn’t your thing.
Me: That’s fine, you wanted to see them.
Her: Did you enjoy it?
Me: It was fine. I just came for the company.
Her: Aww, thanks Logan Lo.
Me: Anytime. (thinking) Maybe we’ll skip next year?
Her: We’ll see.
Location: shooting more videos for Scenic Fights
Mood: tired
Music: I hit the wall. Crash! Boom! Bang! That’s the call, that’s the game (Spotify)
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