Living in South San Jose is pretty great, for the most part. Great house, mostly great neighbors, and amazing weather are all positives.
But the negatives come out twice a year. There are several rental properties in our neighborhood, and they are often rented by giant wads of fuck.
Case in point: Last night, New Year’s Eve, we knew there would be fireworks. There are always fireworks here, even though they are banned, especially on NYE and the Fourth of July.
It sucks for our dogs. They freak out, and no amount of sedation or other home remedies help. And that is with “normal” fireworks.
But last night, at 10:30, there was a very loud explosion. Apparently, our dirtbag neighbors have a source for professional fireworks. You know, the ones that are used by professional pyrotechnicians to put on the larger displays.
We often have fireworks, including the smaller mortars (the ones that lead to star bursts) that you can buy if you go to states that have loose fireworks policies.
The one last night was not one of these. It was the real deal. Its lifter charge (typically a black powder charge to boost it out of the launch tube until the main charge explodes and the visible star burst happens. This one was so powerful that it caused every car alarm on the block go off.
Joy, two freaked out dogs (Cerberus is usually unflappable, but even he came to hide with me in the dark.) What a great way to ring in the new year…
I have to admit that I was saying a prayer that the morons would blow their hands off.
I hope these assholes move out soon.
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