Can I just say, and I'm just being honest...

[Joods]

CIJS...

I hate the township I live in. What's the use of having ordinances if they aren't going to be enforced?

[brewer]

CIJS...

I hate the township I live in. What's the use of having ordinances if they aren't going to be enforced?

The town not firing their cannons often enough to suit you?

[Joods]

CIJS...

I hate the township I live in. What's the use of having ordinances if they aren't going to be enforced?

The town not firing their cannons often enough to suit you?

Nope. The assholes behind us were setting off very loud fireworks well past 10, which is the cutoff time for noise above an ambient level.

[brewer]

The town not firing their cannons often enough to suit you?

Nope. The assholes behind us were setting  off very loud fireworks well past 10, which is the cutoff time for noise above an ambient level.

That was a joke. Apparently a bad one, but still, try to keep up. hehe

Good luck with enforcement, we get none here. The big time celebrators typically shut down around 3AM.

[Mystical]

CIJS...

I hate the township I live in. What's the use of having ordinances if they aren't going to be enforced?

I bet it's the council members themselves setting them off. No rules if u are the rules, yah? 

My uncles neighborhood (in a normal middle class neighborhood) does a Co OP with their HAM radios. They all set off the fireworks at once so the cops can't give a single house the ticket :
I think that's fair. Everyone knows when to put the dogs in a safe space etc. And it's not late at night. 

Then again I've been over there and watched a drunk dumb ass stand with a beer in the line of fire of a square box of like 24 mortars that had tipped and were rocketing past him at the fence and bouncing into the neighbors roofs! : I don't think we were the upstanding citizen fireworks party that year lol

[J a c k]

"I... I can't."
That's what I said. Hadn't seen you in forever, you suddenly appear out of nowhere on this particular night and tap my shoulder. Hi, Ivy. How's everything?
Hmmmmm. I could have said so much. Everything is pretty much the same, except it seems it might finally be over. Or... do you even care? You disappeared and now you pop up and ask how I'm doing. Or... wow. This is crazy. It's like time never happened. Look! Your same hair, same smile, same shirt. I was wearing this shirt on our first date, too. I keep stuff forever. Not much of a shopper. I have one more cat now. Yeah. Magnífico is his name. He's pretty great. How's Karen? How's nerd night? How's Jeremy? How's your horse? Do you still smoke? How's your heart? My mom had surgery last week. She's well. Also, A is about to get here. Remember A? I talked about him a lot. My best friend, 'member? He'll get here any second. He's great. He has stuck around. Ya know? So much patience. How's your patience doing as of late? No. I'm sorry. That was not cool of me. You did what anyone would have done. Remember the time I arrived at your bar crying because Fl, and life, and I always fuck things up? Been drinking Fresh Squeezed since. I remember that night when I do. I had to throw away the bowl. Long story. Oh, and your shirt is still in my car. I use it for the hot steering wheel. Did I ask you about Karen? Who sings on Wednesdays? Fred still singing the Hillary Clinton songs? Anyway... nice to see you. You look well. Small town, huh? See you around when these small town coincidences make us cross paths again. Goodbye, T.

Instead, I stood there in shock. I said, "I can't..." and walked back inside. Sometimes I forget just how small this town is. Sometimes I forget just how small time is. I walked back inside and asked for a jack n coke and drank it like we did back when we did and thought to myself, CIJS? Sometimes it's better to not say everything. Sometimes it's ok to know you can't. Sometimes things are best left alone. No need to stir them up. I had an epic night. Glad I didn't fuck this one up.

[Anon2381]

No need to feel this again
My skin feels the ache
You’ll never stop
Leave me
Hold me
Why do I fight between thought and heart
Wonder in confusion
Alone is best
Sad alone to hurt without hurting
To feel without seeing you
Changing me
Far away so I can breath then believe what you are
love anger
Sadness loneliness
Far far away….

About God...Not really

[J a c k]

No need to feel this  again
My skin feels the ache
You’ll never stop
Leave me
Hold me
Why do I fight between thought and heart
Wonder in confusion
Alone is best
Sad alone to hurt without hurting
To feel without seeing you
Changing me
Far away so I can breath then believe what you are
love anger
Sadness loneliness
Far far away….

About God...Not really

Oh, Jamie

[Regina]

"Why are you wearing sun screen? Man up!"

Ugh idk, maybe when we're both 50, when I'll look 38 like my mother currently does while you look 70, then you'll understand why. Shut up.

[vorlon13]

CIJS

Jesus Fucking Christ, another fucking correction. I keep finding out I know less and less about what happened to you. You were nearly a teenager, not an infant. You were murdered in Nebraska, not Iowa. Fire department had nothing to do with events that night, and I don't even know if it was 'night' now.

Your grandfather was grief-stricken, but jesus, it couldn't have been so bad it scrambled all his recollections of what happened. I do have a date, I think I need to go to a library and review the Omaha paper for a week around when you died. Maybe I get lucky and find a write up and at last know what the fuck happened, and who the fuck to be mad at.

Yeah, I could ask your dad, like he wants to straighten me out on this ugly disaster. And if I am going to forgive your mom, I surely want to know just what the fuck it is I'm forgiving her for. And jesus fucking Christ, how in the holy fuck did your parents ever get back together again after your murder ?? I'm missing something, and it must be big, but what could it be?

And the killer? Am I going to recognize the name? Almost everything I thought I knew was wrong, wonder what the surprise will be about the man who killed you ? Did he do 6 years? Is he still in? Did he do any time at all? Your mom knows, and I don't dare ask her, one wrong sigh, one wrong look at me, and I'll fucking know just how fucking guilty she is too . . .