A couple of years ago on the fourth of July, a couple of friends and I were hanging out in the back of my friend Donovan's dad's truck. My friend Luca brought two mickeys of whiskey and a flower(for me<3). We sat in the back just hanging out and laughing our asses off. My grandma gave me a box of pop-its (mini packets of gunpowder basically) and my friends were throwing handfuls down at a time. The entire time we were singing "What's New Scooby-Doo" at full volume, well until the fireworks our town did every year went off. When they went off we got back into the bed of the truck which was a terrible idea considering the sound waves from the fire works would bounce out of the bed amplifying it a shit ton. We all had migraines, sore throats, and back issues, but oh my god was it worth it. I don't know why this came to mind but it did.