Fourth of July, I am going to a barbecue. I don't know the host but its close by and should be fun. We can barbecue, watch fireworks and go home. Excellent, perfect, what could be better! Am I insane? What a fucking nightmare. Everyone is drinking and smoking. There are hamburgers and hot dogs and potato chips with a little potato salad on the side. I hate potato salad. I don't eat meat, I'm Kosher and I'm really hungry. People are drinking and smoking all around me. This is an urban party with a lot going on. Lots of men and sex in the city ladies and stuff happening all around me. I feel like a beached whale, a hungry beached whale. The fireworks just aren't starting. We literally wait hours and still nothing. I can't take it I've reached my limit when someone offers me a cigarette and I'm totally ready and reaching for it. Fortunately the man intercedes. We leave right after this incident. I am shaken. My faith in my ability is shaken. I feel like shit and to top it off we missed the fucking fireworks.
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