So everybody would just drive up to Tennessee, where you could buy any kind of fireworks you wanted. It was all legal. As soon as you crossed into Tennessee on I-75 you’d get a sunburn from all the neon signs for fireworks places.
So it was like a religious pilgrimage.
Yeah, exactly! I remember one time me and my dude, his name was Nick too actually, we got this thing that was like a superpowered Roman candle. And Nick was a fuckin’ idiot. And we’re on his front porch, which is like screened in, you know, and he decides he’s gonna shoot it off right there and then.
Oh no.
And I swear to God. You know when the nanobots detect that something’s about to go REAL bad? It’s not like normal where you can’t really see ‘em. If it’s an emergency you can actually see a cloud of ‘em.
Yeah, sure.
You can almost hear ‘em like “ohhhh shit.” Like they’re mad. And I’m telling you, a cloud shot up off the ground and knocked the lighter out of his hand.
Holy shit.
I swear, those fuckin’ nanos have emotions. Or maybe just one emotion. They just get annoyed with you, having to save people from danger for the rest of time.
They should be able to talk.
Yeah.
Like if you’re about to set off a Roman candle indoors, you hear this big booming voice out of nowhere. “DANGER! DANGER! IDIOT IS NEAR!”
“HALT, CITIZEN! WARNING! WARNING! YOU ARE DUMB AS FUCK”