fireworks and busts

the fireworks from coranado go off, hurtling thru the soupy smoke of the previous fireworks. after pizza and beer, and several hours away from the pushing crowds of collectors, i am sane enough to say i am not so peeved at the faceless hordes. while waiting for our pizza at a gaslamp pizzeria, we watched police bust a guy and girl in a white van for shooting up. shooting up! on a crowded street?!?! what kind of stupid do you have to be? as 300 plays to the jumbotron audience in the new stadium, i am content with the window open and a chilled out night. i have plans. absolute plans. time is not unified.