Fucking Indiana

So in Indiana, you can find a fireworks stand literally every two miles, yet tonight I came to learn that anything that fires into the air is illegal to use. And I have a $50 ticket to prove this. So you can buy everything from bottle rockets to roman candles to repeaters to 6″ mortars, but you can’t fucking use them. Jesus christ. That makes no fucking sense. Also shows that I’m a fucking idiot for not checking into it, as if I had known setting off fireworks was illegal, I probably wouldn’t have a ticket, as I would have ditched the evidence and booked it once I saw a patrol car.

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