the fourth of july,
is an odd
one.
I remember,
living in a frat house for
one-
living on her couch for another,-
my best friend at the time
and I
worked at the race track and had a beer when
we were done, for the next
then I came home.
the fire works in the neighborhood
would scare my dog Ted.
I miss them,
and those days.
I never feel very independent
on Independence Day.
We had a guest from
England this year, my sisters friend-
i was invited to join them at the aquarium to see the show.
but i just stayed home instead.
You could see the lights
from the backyard.
You could hear the fireworks all night.
But really, I just miss my dog.
09'
