We stood on the edge of the stairway at Disneyland and watched the fireworks.
They're loud, really loud.
And they're stunning.
He pointed his finger at me like he was shooting a gun and I wondered if he realized he made that gesture.
And I listened to his words that were spoken so quickly I could only decipher the ones that went along with his gesture.
It was pure genius.
I saw a lizard wedged between the wood on the deck and when I looked closer I recognized the body of a snake under it.
Possibly a king snake that had its stuck jaws spread around the lizard's neck.
When I came home he asked me if I wanted to drink the blood of a lizard and I thought, but I'm not a king.
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