I get my neighbors’ hangover.

They stay up late to greet the new year. They party, laugh and have a good time. They shoot fireworks. The fireworks whizzle, zoom, zip, swoosh, careen, burst, explode, ping, and fizzle.

The next morning, it’s me that wakes up with a hangover from their partying.

I get at least two of their hangovers each year: July 5th and New Year’s Day.

If I’m going to have a hangover, it should be from something I’ve done. Life just isn’t fair.