immortalize our youth

Today is the end of the Chinese Spring Festival. It sounds like a war outside, window panes shaking as the kick boom of fireworks literally reach up to my 13th floor apartment. The clouds where hung like a cellophane lid on the city smothering us with the smell of gun powder. It seemed looking through the veil of smoke and darkness that every family was out producing an awe inspiring pyrotechnic show. I walked up on these kids lighting a line of black cats in a abandoned bath tub it let off this howl like a machine gun.  They both turned to the sky with roman candles lit....