Kevin Harvick was living in my sister-in-law's old house. I was there, my wife was there, and my sister-in-law's kids were there. Except the house wasn't in our town, but somewhere north of Bloomington.
Harvick was shooting off illegal fireworks - shooting these amped-up bottle rockets off a cliff into a nearby lake about a half-mile or more away. They were carrying small bombs that made huge mushroom clouds when they hit the water. The police came.
The house smelled like cat pee.
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Shades of the commerical where Harvick goes on vacation with a family and he's kind of like a toy for the kids.
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