I’m not out tonight for the Fourth of July.
There are fireworks to be enjoyed at various points across the city, but great throngs of people and loud, intermittent ka-pows coming at me from different points in the immediate vicinity and/or sky isn’t so much my jam. My jam tonight is my couch, some butter pecan ice cream, Netflix, and blessed rest. Also: the sound of distant fireworks. Nice.
America, I love you so much. I’m worried sick about you half the time; a lot of us are. We’re wondering when you’re going to feel better. You look like you haven’t been sleeping very well lately, or maybe your iron levels are low. I know the feeling. But there are a lot of people rooting for you. So, so many people love you. Let’s start with that, keep that up front.
My home is in America.