that makes you beg your cousin, who lives in a state where they sell the GOOD fireworks, to bring you as many Black Cats as you have pocket money? And what is it that makes you love to hear any explosion, from the snap of a cap to the earthshattering roar of a building demolition? Why is it that some of us cannot wait for the next fireworks show, or go out in search of the guns and ammo that makes the biggest flash and bang? At my age, my father had a good stack of explosives he kept in the junk drawer of his dresser. Just in case, doncha know. So it is most likely genetic.

And how soon will genetic manipulation let me get some more?