One of the most fond memories I have as a lad was making the annual pilgrimage to Cheyenne, Wyoming with my dad and brothers to load up on illegal fireworks. Part of the fun was knowing that most of the neighbors hated us for blowing shit up and scaring their pets. The tradition lives on and now I take my kids across the border in search of loud reports and amazing color. They too will learn the time honored craft of eluding cops and lighting up the sky.
Freedom Fighters Come In All Sizes
Light It Up