Thursday, July 22nd, 2004

I’m outside on South Limestone Street tossing firecracker grenades back and forth with Bill (from poker). I’m sitting in a stairwell when one lands next to me. I scramble to pick it up and throw it back. Bill runs inside a building. I chase after him, picking up a discarded grenade as I go. I head inside a store and see a couple of black people sitting inside. I ask them if they know where the grenades are. They eye my suspiciously and say nothing.