really rough true stroy

I have to do community service because my friend ratted me out.
Sometime shortly after the forth of July, I was hanging out with my friend Justin and Nick at Justin’s dad’s house in Oro Valley. Justin and Matt were drinking, but I had to drive home, and don’t really like beer in anyway, so I wasn’t drinking. We had been sitting on his patio most of the night, admiring the transparency of the night sky allowed by the absence of a moon. After a while Justin—who had been texting throughout the night—told us that his friend, whose name was also Nick was going to come over soon. To avoid any confusion, I’ll call the first mentioned Nick, Nick M. and the latter Nick, Nick O. Nick O came over about five minutes after Justin had told us he was coming over. We greeted each other (I had met him once before) and introduced him to the other Nick. We told him we weren’t doing anything and were somewhat bored. Then he casually told us that he had some fireworks left over from the fourth of July and suggested to go shoot some off. Instinctively, being young men offered to mess around with explosives, we were all for it. We then walked over to Nick O’s house where he had a huge stack of fireworks ranging from mortars to roman candles.
At first we were just lighting off the roman candles in front of his house. Justin and Nick M. who were drunk by this time were being oblivious and careless, thus having the most fun among the four of us. Then we decided we wanted to shoot of a mortar in the neighborhood next to Matt’s. Once we got there we found a nice, quiet coul de sac and put the mortar in the center of it. Or those of you who aren’t familiar with mortars, they are those fireworks that are shot up in the air at fourth of July, only, we didn’t have a tube, so that explosive that is usually in the air was going to happen on the ground. In between two of the houses was a rock arroyo (natural drainage) that led to a wash, which then led back to Justin’s house (all three of these neighborhoods were in close proximity of each other). So we were all waiting in the arroyo while Matt ignited the wick of the mortar. When he lit it, he started sprinting towards us, stopped, and turned around just in time for the explosive to go off. It was as if lightning had struck dead center of the coul de sac, with embers reaching its perimeter, and producing a sound loud enough to be mistaken for a grenade. Immediately, fueled by our adrenaline, we started sprinting, running or jumping over anything that came in our path…… To be continued, and improved :)