Once upon a time, I was going to start a fireworks company with a partner. We figured it would sizzle. Unfortunately, it fizzled. Instead of a storm of buyers, we barely got a drizzle. I started to guzzle alcoholic beverages, the ones that come with a swizzle stick. My partner ran off with my wife! He must have razzle-dazzled her with his charm and good looks. How my life turned out to be such a frazzled mess is a puzzle. I guess I’m just a bozo.