We’ve still got family in town, which is driving me nuts. And kazander’s best friend, Jay, has been staying on our couch, so even texting zane or the virgin to come play is out of the question. And since things are still paused with kazander, that made for a pitifully kink-free weekend.
The weekend itself was rather eventful. Kazander’s sister’s birthday is July 3rd, so they always go all-out for the 4th, and have a massive cookout, and $400-$500 in the big, technically-illegal fireworks.
So it was a lot of fun. The day went great, and when it got dark, they got ready for the show. It was fun. I kept the spawn on my lap to help cover her ears, since the noise bothered her a bit.
There’s a big, empty desert lot across the street from us, and that’s where they’ve always set off the fireworks, so we all grabbed our chairs, and sat in the driveway to watch.
And then, they decided to set off two at a time. The two bumped into each other and fell over, and shit went nuts. I don’t really know what happened. As soon as things started going sideways, I snatched up the spawn and ran to crouch between my car and the wall. When I saw a firework shoot underneath my friend’s car and explode just a few feet from us, I turned around, pinned the spawn against the wall, crouched down in front of her, and used my body to shield her. So I was busy with that, and had no idea what kazander or anyone else was doing. I remember being worried about him, especially since, just as I was going to run behind my car, I saw Jay dodging a rogue firework, and I thought I saw kazander running to help him. But at that moment, I needed to make sure the spawn was protected. If kazander got hit with a firework, he’d get some pretty nasty burns. If our 3-year-old got hit, it could be much worse.
It was some scary shit.
And, of course the two that went nuts were big ones, meant to be at the end of a show or a finale. So it seemed like it lasted forever.
Finally, it was over, and when I stood up, I saw the desert lot on fire, and kazander was running with most of the other men to go put them out.
Desert fires are never a big deal, and they got them out quickly. But then, we saw a nasty glow coming from the backyard of the neighbor down the street. So the guys all ran to help put it out. Luckily, it was just some brush that caught fire, rather than their house or anything valuable.
We made sure everyone was alright, and we were relieved it didn’t go as badly as it could have.
But I guess the neighbors mentioned calling the police, which made kazander slam into Street-Alpha Survival Mode. He sent Jay to our house and his parents to theirs, with strict orders not to come out until he gave them the okay (his parents have a hazmat endorsement and sometimes haul explosives, so they couldn’t risk getting in trouble for that, and Jay has a record a mile long, and has been in and out of prison all his life. He needs to stay far away from police while he’s in town).
So he was orchestrating all that, while I helped bring all the chair back into the backyard. And then he grabbed me, and asked me to come with him.
We went inside and he asked me to put some aloe Vera or something on his foot, and when I looked, I was shocked. He had been wearing flipflops when he put the little desert fires out, and had burned the hell out of his foot. It looked bad, and I was sure we’d have to go to the ER, but he refused. So I cleaned, medicated, and bandaged his foot, and he proceeded to drown the pain in alcohol.
So it was an unnerving couple of hours, but things calmed down, the cops never came, and the neighbors began setting off illegal fireworks of their own, so I took the spawn out to watch them, to make sure she wasn’t traumatized (she’s sensitive as fuck. I have no idea where she gets it).
Today was much calmer. Jay is fucking brilliant with computers, so he spent the day tripling our internet speed (yay!), binge-watched Penny Dreadful with me, and he and kazander talked a lot about their childhood and their memories (they met in junior high). It was crazy listening to their wild stories, and what it was like growing up in the ghetto. I’m glad kazander got out of there, though. Even he admitted that he’d most likely be in prison now if he’d stayed. And most of their childhood friends are in prison now.
That’s why we’re trying to convince Jay to move out here. We’d give him a place to stay, help him find a job, and help give him a fresh start. I really hope he accepts. He’d be an idiot not to.
Kazander and I still haven’t been able to talk about our issues, but it looks like we’ll have some time to ourselves tomorrow, so we’re aiming for that. We’ll see how it goes.