Buying Fireworks From Blackie
Following Blackie’s lead we started heading to the back yard of the building. Exiting the back of the building it looked like another garbage dump except for the motorcycle. Blackie’s bike looked totally out of place. It stood out like a ray of sunshine with its beaming metallic red color, sparkling chrome with leather saddlebags. Wow! I couldn’t believe that I was looking at this beautiful machine in this junkyard. “Hey, Blackie, is this your bike?”
“Yeah, stupid, do you see anyone else around here.” It was a killer bike, Indian, Chief in perfect condition. Me and Pecker couldn’t take our eyes off this thing when we heard Blackie say. “Come on stupid I thought you wanted to get some fireworks.” Still looking at the bike we were practically walking backwards and we almost fell over the garbage scatted all over the yard. We finally turned and noticed that we were being led to a washed out gray color shack which was the size of a small barn. As we approached the shack as Blackie was removing the padlock from the door and said. “You got ten minutes to look for what you want and get the hell out of here.” As we entered the shack we were presented with a marvelous display of fireworks. The colors were overpowering, reds, yellows, blue; they made such a beautiful sight.
We were just dumbfounded. Not only was this fireworks display a thing of beauty gun powder it even smelled good. There were every firework explosive device you could imagine, displayed were a large verity, missals, mortars, roman candles, rockets, sparklers, M-80s, cherry bombs, lady fingers and mats of fire crackers. I kept on thinking how Blackie got a truckload of fireworks here on his motorcycle. There were boxes everywhere. I wasn’t about to ask Blackie how he managed to put this stuff together. At that point I felt someone pushing me forward towards this display and yelling. “Come on kids I haven’t got all day.” It was like going into a candy store with a nickel and trying to choose from the 50 penny candies. We would just drive the candy man crazy going back and forth from one candy to another constantly changing our minds, saying “this one no that one or maybe this one”.
I had a feeling that Blackie did not have the patience of a candy man and if we did not make a quick selection he would just throw us out of his pyrotechnic wonderland. So I looked at Pecker and said “what do think we should buy?” Pecker went right over to the M-80s and firecrackers. Blackie gave us a brown paper shopping bag. We filled the bag with a mat (80 packs of firecrackers, 16 firecrackers to a pack), a dozen M-80s, a dozen cherry bombs and a couple of roman candles, bottle rockets and motors. We passed on the sparklers which were okay for the little kids. That was all our eighteen bucks could buy. We were in a euphoric state. Meanwhile Blackie did not waste any time in getting us out. As we were leaving we noticed eight or ten teenagers loitering near the front entrance undoubtedly waiting for Blackie to usher them in to buy their stash of fireworks. Pecker and I were so happy that we could barely contain ourselves. We were laughing and jumping for joy, we must have looked like a couple of goofy kids. I do not think that we could believe that we were able to pull this off. This was our first successful seek and buy mission for illegal fireworks. I could not get over this felling of accomplishment it was like we were now teenagers. What’s next? Girl’s maybe? It was too good to be true.
Then it finally dawned on me that we better be careful heading back home. I reminded Pecker that if any teenagers got wind of our success in buying these fireworks they would gang up on us and steal them from us without much of a fight. So now we were in a panic mode. After all the planning and effort to accumulate enough money to buy these fireworks we did not want to lose our bounty. We stopped laughing and jumping and started running south on Columbia Street to get home as quickly as possible. Our goal now was to hide our stash of fireworks in a safe place. Once we were able to hide our stash we could then ration the amount of fireworks we would shoot off at any one time and minimize our exposure to being ripped off by the older kids in the neighborhood.
We made it back home without getting ripped off. The next step was for me to get into our apartment while my mother was out shopping and hide the fireworks under my parent’s bed. I had no problem in doing this. The next couple of days were critical to our plan. I was just hoping that my mother would not do a major cleaning which would involve dusting under the bed. If she happened to find these fireworks my parents would kill me. Now we have to move to the second phase of our plan of action which is to put together cans bottles that we can blow up with out fire crackers and M-80s.