June 30, 2011, Tacoma, Washington~

Hey, dudes and dudettes!  Dragon (aka Brendan H. Lee) here.  Waiting for my friends to come over, so we can go to the big rumble down the street.  Some kids from a rival gang beat up some of the kids in mine, so we're out for blood and revenge.  They dissed us; now it's our time to pay them back for the hell they caused us.

We also plan on shooting off fireworks and bottle rockets once we kick the opposing enemies' asses.  Start our Fourth of July partyin' a few days early, and if anyone says anything or asks us any questions, we can say we're celebratin' Canada Day a day early.  

Canada Day is tomorrow.  Then three days later is our nation's big blowout, replete with fireworks/firecrackers, parades, speeches, flyovers, concerts/live music, contests, midway rides, and food, food, and even more food!  My gang and I plan on going to the local parade in the a.m., then we're gonna go to downtown Tacoma and party hearty, hopefully get a bit buzzed by the time the fireworks start explodin' in the nighttime skies.  

There ain't nothin' like watchin' fireworks goin' off when you're a bit buzzed in the head ...  it's even better'n watchin' them sober! :)

Now that summer school ended last week, I can actually have a little fun and excitement in my life.  As long as the fam ain't involved, then that's cool.  Fam's still givin' me headaches.  Mom and pop fight all the time or constantly harangue me and Tyler (my little bro; he's 11) continues to annoy the shit outta me.  If I could bury him in the backyard, I'd have it made: I'm sick and tired of his whinin' attitude!

I don't know how many times Mixer or Bones have called me to remind eme not to forget the brass knuckles I'd stolen a few months back.  Hey, I may be dumb at times, but I ain't stupid!  I got 'em in my backpack, ready to go (and I feel I will need 'em tonight when we go to kick some people's asses!).  They also reminded me not to forget the spray paint, so we can go taggin' after the fireworks are over.

We plan on paintin' the whole town red (okay, make that BLACK).  We plan on staying out as late as possible; if ma or pop don't like it, too effin' bad!  We don't care; it's high time we have some of our own fun, without the dipwads (parental units) or bratty baby brothers taggin' along, ruinin' our fun!!

Well, the gang is here.  I hear Mixer's boisterous yellin' outside my window; now is the time we get revenge on the Vipers for beatin' up some of our homeboys!!  It is our time to HOWL!!