Monday, June 07, 2004
FIRE FUN
I think it all started way way back when we lived in the country and burned our trash in an outdoor incinerator.
I would toss aerosal cans in the inferno and dive behind the garage.
My father would question me sternly on how bits of metal shrapnel came to be embedded in our garage door.
One day I thought I should learn how to smoke since it was supposed to make you look so grownup and attractive.
I filled a cardboard toilet paper roll with wads of Kleenex and PopTart boxes, lit it up, and inhaled deeply.
I must have swallowed a foot of flame.
I fell on my back for about twenty minutes wondering why I'd never noticed the earth's spinning rotation before.
I would toss aerosal cans in the inferno and dive behind the garage.
My father would question me sternly on how bits of metal shrapnel came to be embedded in our garage door.
One day I thought I should learn how to smoke since it was supposed to make you look so grownup and attractive.
I filled a cardboard toilet paper roll with wads of Kleenex and PopTart boxes, lit it up, and inhaled deeply.
I must have swallowed a foot of flame.
I fell on my back for about twenty minutes wondering why I'd never noticed the earth's spinning rotation before.
