Ever wonder why people set off their own fireworks? They simply cannot compare to the extravagant sky explosions that the city can offer. Yet people still try. Try to have their own personal fun with fireworks. It's that look-what-I-can-do kind of mentality.
My neighbour, the one who backed into my Talon, perhaps tried to forget the incident and have a little fun Saturday evening. Or maybe he was celebrating his successful destruction of my 15-year-old car. Maybe he hates Talons. Maybe he hates me. Maybe he is a secret agent working for Ford, and his assignment was to destroy all non-Ford vehicles in the vicinity.
Or maybe it was just an accident.
When I visited him last night to show him the estimate, he had a sort of philosophical "money-comes-money-goes-it's-just-paper" type attitude. Which is cool. The situation was far from awkward as we bonded over our love of B&W speakers, apple juice and comic books translated into big-screen blockbusters. It was bizarre.
Being a master electrician, he was excited to show me the incredible work he's done automating his house into a Robohouse. Not to reveal too many secrets here, but multiple Infra-Red cameras guard every sensitive area of his house.
And they're bulletproof.
Does that scare me? No. We don't live in a bad neighbourhood. Far from it. He's just having fun. Fun with electonics. Fun with electricity. Fun with fireworks. It's a guy thing.