Not really, but that’s what it sounded like. At approximately 10pm last night a cacophony of womanly screams interrupted an otherwise quiet suburban evening, along with what sounded like gunplay. It appeared to be coming from the neighbor’s house, where numerous Mexican families live, so I decided to check it out. It was about that time I realized it was Superbowl Sunday, and the Giants had won. (I don’t really watch sports, but if I had know Tom Petty’s skeleton was playing the halftime show, I might have tuned in.) The old patriarch and his sons were probably just celebrating in the traditional Mexican way, beating their women and firing their pistols into the air like banditos.
Oh yeah, the “gunplay” turned out to be fireworks. We must have some 12th century Chinamen in the neighborhood as well. (I know, I know, Chinaman in not the preferred nomenclature.)
Fuck you, Gringos!
An actual picture of my neighbor from last night
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