Heck as a boy I started with lady fingers, then firecrackers,then m-80's, then silver salutes. Then I made a nasty cannon in metal shop out of six inch dia. cold roll steel about 14-16 inches long. I pack about twenty shotgun shells worth of pyrodex in that munster. 55lbs. Then pack 'er full of paper and rocks and lightly tamp it down with a 10lb. sledge hammer. Well when the wall of sound ( not music ) punches ya in the chest and my long hair moves back like a Dorian at Abaco. It will unscrew light bulbs and car alarms pop off and everyone thinks it's Friday night and the home high school football team scored a touchdown. Idiots.
It is a good'um, especially when ya get the scanner on first. Gives them somethin to do and talk about in-between mouwin down down bear claws.

Big Big Jet is flying by. Geesh, sounded like it was overhead and close for twenty seconds. There it goes again. Boy, in the 60's we heard boom boom a couple times a day, as I live 55 miles from Wright Pat as a f-35 flys ( sorry crow, you been DEMOTED ). Now I use my cannon.

SO ALL THAT SEZ IS THAT BOYS GROW UP AND BECOME BIG BOYS. Our jobs are mostly fun arrogance. Like me makin submarine crap on cnc's, then making hulls then turrets for General Dynamics M1-M1a1,M1A2. Two story CNC'S with 7 ft. boring tools. Red hot cuttin & breathin that Depleted Uranium Armor Plate Steel. Most of us are savin that radioactive heavy metals for later years of death. Yes Sir, when I get bad put me on Merc duty or front line yeehaw chargin the banksters. Well they charged me, and acted real nice about it. What a dildo with ah tie. Gonna be a Columbian jobby. Heck I'll be all nice about it too, just like he was then i'll stick a real tie in his fat lyin mouth and proceed. Slowly I'll tell him what interest he owes, everyone. Then I look over and chuckle as I see a bank pen. Perfect. Let's see heh if this bic ball point still works after i goes past his lens and proceeds to the inner cranium. Well I guess I'll have ta tell him that old Ink Pen still worked. In a different way. heh

Now this was all just a funnin. A Quintin Tarantino joke of the day. I'm a prayin man. Just some days I got it in me and it just belches out like good stinkin Gyro. Enjoy.