If there is one thing that society has driven into any and every human, it is that murder, or killing, is not allowed. In a perfect world, people would all understand and obey this law, so that it could remain unwritten. This does not happen today, but it does make something to change. Morbid as that sounds, if we had no problems with humanity, there would be no advancement, and as such, life would be dull. Every video game, movie, book or song spawns from a problem, either mental, physical or emotional. Every time there is a conflict, there must be some form of resolution, possible or not, to rectify it. Often, there is a resolution that, under normal circumstances, is not appropriate, is undesirable, and is generally prohibited. I have experienced a few such times, and they are usually more memorable than most. One such example was July of 2000, when my friends Connor and Peter accompanied me to a Native American reservation, to a wonderfully noisy and crowded gathering of fireworks dealers, called Boom City.
             The bustle and commotion of shoppers, staffers, and a general group of onlookers filled the air. Rows upon rows of brightly-colored plywood stands filled an enormous dirt and gravel lot, with balloons and streamers strung between them. Yells of stand-owners advertising their low prices were constant, as well as the haggling over the 'low' prices. The three of us, collectively known as the 3 Ring Circus, stood in awe of the place for several seconds before starting on our quest to find the largest explosive for sale. After two hours on three separate busses and a grueling 20-minute hike/bike ride in the hot summer sun (as we had two bikes between the three of us), we had arrived at the largest 4th of July dealership in Western Washington.
             We branched out in our separate directions to survey the site, after confirming our goal, and agreeing to meet 30 minutes later. We searched every booth, and finally, after both ...