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My 4th of July was one of the best yet. I spent it with friends in Concord, enjoying a barbecue and a short sunset hike in a nearby hilltop park to watch the countryside fireworks in the area. This is quite a switch from my tradition of watching San Francisco's firework show at point-blank range in the Marina. Last year I remember a few IQ-challenged hooligans perched up on the cliffs who couldn't keep their projectiles to themselves. Three times they launched D.O.T. approved rockets into the spectators, enraging a few and prompting the police to sweep that area above us. Our vantage point in Concord this year was quite risk-free, though we were on the lookout for redneck mobs seeking small crowds of queer guys roaming around the hilltops. But luckily, the only monsters we encountered were rattlesnakes and beetles. Later, we hung out and let a friend deal out tarot readings, telling us of our future love affairs and our luck in the job markets. My reading began open-ended, and it closed open-ended. How about that... that's just the way I like it!
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