I Guess We Keep Goin' Through It Because Most of Us Need the Eggs

Friday, January 12, 2007 at 10:03 PM

"You like the fireworks?" I asked my niece. It was New Year's Eve and we were outside on her porch. I was tipsy from Caramel Vodka and at the beginnings of a headache. She had been awake for all of 3 minutes and had to rub her eyes to see them. The whole time, she squinted and covered her ears. Loud pops were going all around and it was hard to tell the difference between fireworks and gunshots. It was that type of neighborhood. When the sky was dark and I could still hear the pops, it was time to go back inside.

She clutched my chest and started to fall back asleep. "They were okay."