True Story© You Got Serb'd
As a great many of you know, Independence Day was this week. Like a great many of you we celebrated with grilled meat, alcohol and fireworks. [ Note: there may or not have been a stop for Taco Tuesday at a local spot while we were downtown ] My attention to the first couple of things have been ongoing since early Saturday afternoon for my birthday but the fireworks was my opportunity to REALLY fuck with someone’s holiday this time. Nearing the end of the night and fully ensconced in my Crown Royal from earlier and a beer or two in the ballpark, I joked aloud “Damn, these fireworks remind me of Sarajevo in 1995. Between this shit and growing up in the hood, I might come unglued out here.” My girlfriend rolled her eyes. The lady sitting on my left, though? She hit the metaphorical ceiling. “Look here buddy, this day is to celebrate America and you’re out here making lame PTSD jokes? You’re a special brand of asshole! What about all these ACTUAL vetera