A hot day with still air, I poured gas on a brush pile and opened the valve on an old propane tank, the brush pile was slightly up hill from a wall and I was between the wall and brush pile in what amounted to a large cloud of mixed gas vapors.
I lit my zippo, I realized I fucked up when I saw the horror on my wife’s face and at that moment I understood how much she needed me and I had better try to live through this.
Wasn’t so much the brush I hated, just had become rather unenthused with being, but due to a family history didn’t want to overtly take the necessary steps, so I kinda just stopped caring and let intrusive thoughts have a go at it.
All in all it was an impressive fireball burnt the paint off of the top of my zippo and gave me 3rd degree burns on my arms.
A hot day with still air, I poured gas on a brush pile and opened the valve on an old propane tank, the brush pile was slightly up hill from a wall and I was between the wall and brush pile in what amounted to a large cloud of mixed gas vapors.
I lit my zippo, I realized I fucked up when I saw the horror on my wife’s face and at that moment I understood how much she needed me and I had better try to live through this.
Gasoline AND propane? Jeez, how much did you hate that brush?
Wasn’t so much the brush I hated, just had become rather unenthused with being, but due to a family history didn’t want to overtly take the necessary steps, so I kinda just stopped caring and let intrusive thoughts have a go at it.
All in all it was an impressive fireball burnt the paint off of the top of my zippo and gave me 3rd degree burns on my arms.