{"id":8865,"date":"2012-07-04T23:43:45","date_gmt":"2012-07-05T07:43:45","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=8865"},"modified":"2012-08-10T12:20:24","modified_gmt":"2012-08-10T20:20:24","slug":"4th-of-july","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/4th-of-july\/","title":{"rendered":"4th of July"},"content":{"rendered":"
<\/a><\/p>\n Listening to the fireworks outside tonight, I’m reminded of Eddie, a kid who lived down the street. He was obsessed with fireworks and talked about them all year long.<\/p>\n Eddie was always a little shit. He was the same age as Max, and when they were around nine years old they shared a love of heavy metal bands. One day, Max ran into the house doubled over: Eddie had held his arms behind his back while Eddie’s friends punched him.<\/p>\n Max begged me not to go outside to confront Eddie but I was too enraged to consider his feelings. I promised not to embarrass him and went out to lecture the stupid little fucks about friendship and fair play.<\/p>\n Five years ago, Eddie shot himself after murdering his wife. I went to Eddie’s mass or whatever it’s called when you go to a chapel and walk past an open coffin, out of respect for his bereaved immigrant parents, who never learned to speak English. Eddie looked like a wax dummy of himself.<\/p>\n Why did I ignore Max’s feelings that day? Maybe I always ignored his feelings. I did what I thought was right, but that’s the battle cry of every bad parent. I wanted to protect him, his whole life long. I wish I could correct every error of judgement. Everything he suffered in life is my fault, and even if it isn’t, it is.<\/p>\n I wrote about Eddie here<\/a>, from another perspective, and without the greater sense of tragedy I have today on this endless and pointless 4th of July.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Listening to the fireworks outside tonight, I’m reminded of Eddie, a kid who lived down the street. He was obsessed with fireworks and talked about them all year long. Eddie was always a little shit. He was the same age … Continue reading