Little Brothers
Posted: Wed Mar 20, 2013 6:17 pmBack when I was thirteen we took a family trip to Florida to visit relatives for the 4th of July and I spent all my paper route savings on fireworks. Being from NY (fireworks were banned) and shopping around in a fireworks store for the first time was the best thing that had ever happened to me in my life by far. On around our last days visiting I accidentally shot a bottle rocket directly into my cousins eyeball and my stash of fireworks were confiscated by my parents. After settling back in at home and having my incessant begging for the fireworks back denied; it was firmly established that I had lost my privileges and my Dad would set all off them on the next July 4th. Mom placed them in an area that took me to shuffling along side molding at daunting heights to get at. Of course I got them because I was officially addicted to the bang at this point. My friend Nicky Marshmello and I went to the park next to my house way in the back where the "Secret Pond" was and started blowing off all sorts of firecrackers. This was awesome! Blowing crater holes in the mud, uprooting cattails and throwing them into the large storm drain created amazing booms. After seeing Nicky look up from a new mud experiment and seeing his teeth covered in mud I was laughing so hard I almost didn't see the local cop car creeping on us. "Nick the effin cops!" I grab the bag and we dusted those cops so hard jumping fences and dicing through backyards. We made it back to my house through the backyard door and just watched the three cop cars trolling the streets real slow. Turns out the person who called in the complaint said someone was shooting off guns in the park. Marshmellow and I just sat there watching them 5.0 search pointlessly and laughed. Now my 11 year old brother who had spent all his birthday/xmas cake on Starter pin stripe Chicago Bulls gear and Nike Air Jordan hats at the local Florida flea market was the type of kid who took a lot of pride in looking good. He absolutely hated it when I took his stuff without asking. As Marshmello and I were giggling and high five-ing about losing the cops my little brother starts raising a gigantic stink because I wearing his new Nike hat. Having heard it all to often I just threw the hat at him and continued to watch the cops roll by. He puts the hat on and walks outside to go to his friend's house down the street. We see him hit the sidewalk and a cop car come flying down the street with it's lights and sirens blaring. The cop jumps out and shoves my little brother against the car, frisks him rough and throws him in the backseat and slams the door. He is instantly bursting at the seems with tears and when we saw him looking out from within the cop car marsh and I die laughing. Four other cop cars show up and we ran out the back door to a wooded lot about a mile away where we had a fort and set off some more fireworks.
