Why Josh Can't Be Left Alone

When most people think of the Fourth of July, they probably think of taking their family to large professional fireworks, with some dense mob of people gathering in some scenic public spot to watch a million dollar performance. Or they think of small family get togethers in secluded spots where they set off small, but intense, shows. But not in the slums of New York City. Oh, no. In Washington Heights they outdo all expectations. On every street corner, locals gathered to display their own shows. I mean, why not blow up explosives in the middle of a residential neighborhood late at night? Walking through the streets felt like the front lines of Baghdad. Chaos and fire all around. Crossing every interesection was a maze of avoiding lit fuses. And I don't know how the automobile traffic was able to avoid the mischeivous folk who lit mortars specifically in the way of oncoming traffic. I woke up at 4 in the morning, and they were still going strong. Now what could possibly go wrong with a bunch of pyrotechnics mixing with a lot of alcohol in a residential neighborhood?