You may wonder what it was that would have caused me to lose my temper, the answer is simple: I was in a crowded place surrounded by idiots.
It started off as any normal day, with the addition of my family. After our Fourth of July barbecue, I met up with some friends to watch the fireworks at the nearby University that has one of the biggest firework displays in the area. It's quite nice -- situated right by the lake. My friends and I had gotten there early in fear of a lack of parking/space. Actually, it was pretty empty when we arrived, so we ended up getting a really good spot, right at the tip of the lake opposite where they light the fireworks. We set up our blanket, laid out some snacks, and proceeded to talk while we waited for the show to start.
At first, my friends and I were a bit annoyed by the number of children that were freely running around and screaming, but as it got later, it seemed as though they got tired. But then the real annoyance began. The area started to flood with high schoolers (there's nothing wrong with being in high school, in fact, I have a few cousins in high school that I rather like).
Please keep in mind that in a previous post, I had mentioned that I live/am from an affluent neighborhood. I'm assuming that these kids were probably from around the same area as me, judging by how they carried themselves -- like they owned the world. They were going around screaming, saying stupid hockey chants (yo, it's summer), and just doing stupid shit.
Not only were they openly smoking pot in a public area, but they were also setting off firecrackers. Seriously? In the middle of a crowded area? One of them flew and almost hit my friend you fucking piece of dick cheese!
What makes you think that you have any right to be disrespectful on the day that America gained its independence (even though the colonies technically broke away from Britain on July 2nd, revised the treaty on the 4th, and had it signed August 2nd)? Why would you expose children to marijuana and risk the safety of those around you?
I don't care, how fucking drunk you are right now. I don't care how drunk you were last year. I don't care how perfect and romantic this spot is (you're facing the wrong direction you fucking moron). The only thing that I care about is the fact that my hand is on a glass bottle, and one of the only things keeping me from smashing it into your ball sack is the cop who just told you to empty your pockets.
For once, the cops in the area are doing something other than pulling me over for running a red light because I had to pee.
Thank you officer! I would be very pleased to offer you a spot on our blanket. I have some delicious dried mangoes, tea, my friend has bread, and our vantage point offers a very romantic atmosphere that reeks of skunk and dumb-ass.
You can't tell me that isn't cool. 
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