GAY BOMBS

SO SUNDAY NIGHT MY LADY AND I WERE SITTING ON OUR BROOKLYN STOOP AROUND 11 O' CLOCK, ENJOYING THE COOL NIGHT BREEZE. THEN THE BOMBS STARTED GOING OFF.

AT FIRST I THOUGHT IT JUST AN APPROACHING THUNDERSTORM, NO BIGGIE. BUT IT KEPT GETTING LOUDER AND LOUDER AND LOUDER. HOLY SHIT THIS IS GONNA BE A STORM. BUT THEN THE THUNDERCLAP INTERVALS GOT CLOSER AND CLOSER AND CLOSER TOGETHER. DIDN'T SOUND LIKE A STORM. WE STARTED TO FREAK A LITTLE... WAS NYC GETTING BOMBED? CHECKED ALL THE BREAKING NEWS CHANNELS FROM OUR PHONES, NOTHING.

THE BOMB SOUNDS INTENSIFIED AND WERE ACCOMPANIED WITH FLASHES OF ELECTRIC BLUE LIGHT BUT NOT QUITE LIKE LIGHTNING. THE BOMB SOUNDS GREW LOUDER AND MORE INTENSE. THE FLASHES OF LIGHT BRIGHTER. MORE INTENSE! MORE INTENSE! MORE INTENSE! BRIGHT FLASHING LIGHT! BRIGHT FLASHING LIGHT! BRIGHT FLASHING LIGHT!

STARTED TO PANIC A LITTLE. IT WAS COMING FOR US. FUCK THIS. WE STARTED TO HEAD INSIDE TO HIDE. THEN IT JUST STOPPED. DEAD SILENCE. CHECKED ALL THE NEWS CHANNELS AND NO MENTION OF NYC GETTING BOMBED, NO THUNDERSTORMS, NOTHING. A FUCKING MYSTERY.

WOKE UP THIS MORNING TO FIND OUT IT WAS THE ANNUAL FIREWORK CELEBRATION OF THE CULMINATION OF GAY PRIDE WEEK. AWESOME. GAY BOMBS.