#012 July 04, 1996
I really hate loud noises and explosions.
The story about the kid not being allowed to use the garden hose (“You’d BETTER not get my CAR WET.”) yet being allowed a lighter and fireworks is true. As I was drawing this comic, said child - who was all of maybe ten - was in the middle of the street after dark shooting off sparkly balls of fire. The rest of his kin were setting off firecrackers and quarter sticks all night. In the morning when I went out to my car, it was covered with the papery remains of hundreds of firecrackers. The jerks were tossing them at the cars that lined the street. (“Do NOT take away my God-given right to learn that gasoline is combustible the hard way!”)
In a few more weeks, a strip comes up where these fine, fine neighbors played another “WTF is WRONG with you?” role.
No, wait. It’s not loud noises and explosions I hate. It’s people.