[from occupied ga]

When I was a teenager, the ATF had not pussy-hatted fireworks, and real m-80s cherry bombs and the like were available. No need to make your own. On of the treats was to take something called an aerial bomb (even in the smaller sizes consisted of a wood base a launch tube and a bigass firecracker with at least 5 times the flash powder of a cherry bomb) and fire it more or less horizontally at your target of choice. They came in various sizes, but I could never afford any of the really big ones (I wonder why I have hearing difficulties these days?)

[seowulf]

Using those store bought bangers seemed like cheating to me.

I suppose I wanted to be more a chef than a cook. It was just no fun if I couldn’t make it from scratch.