Watching the fireworks display tonight got me thinking about life in general. After seeing numerous explosions, some great, some not so great, I realized that fireworks are like lives. Some are extravagant and flashy, others loud and obnoxious. Some are are calm and collected, and some never seem to take off.

So as I sat there on my Honda scooter being the liberal philosopher I am, I decided that it’s time to start living my life to the fullest. Before I know it, all that’ll be left is a cloud of smoke.