Dear Fresno,

I miss you.

It's July 4th. If I were in Fresno, I'd be drinking and eating bbq to my hearts content with my friends. And then we would fill water bottles with gunpowder and blow them up in the middle of the street. Or we would drive around and throw little poppers at people on the street. And then we would run around with sparklers and attempt to throw sparks at each other. Sigh...good times.