Which made a mess.
Firecrackers are a very common thing around here. They are very load, and throw stuff everywhere. It is almost like a roll of M80's going off or something. Load banging and just throws a few low bright sparks. They set them off when people die (I think they do it when people are born too, but I am not sure on that one) and thier is rarely a day when you dont hear at least one bit of fireworks going off. Fireworks have a whole new meaning to me now that it is something I hear all the time. It is a symbol of life passing which happens every day, and it is something that should be honored and respected.
Tonight thier was a car crash where someone had died. It was right outside the campus gates near the studio. It was a bad one, and a sad one. As I passed by the last time (becasue it was there on my way too and from supper) I saw them light some fireworks. I stopped thier along with some others in our group and reverently had a moment of silence. I said a prayer for the people injured and affected by the accident. The crackling raged on giving off a warning to the next world that someone from this world is passing through. It is certainly something I will never forget.