I need fire. And I'm still looking for that damn site.
So I'm working at Oxford today and decide, "It's a nice day. Think I'll walk down to the The Depot and get something to celebrate."
Little did I know that this decision unleashed a monster, a monster more sinister than Satan himself.
Some guy was burning brush in front of some apartments. Not a large fire by any means, but still fire. A fluttering of flame, a smatter of smoke, and just a hint of lighter fluid. Without thinking (don't go there) I started walking over to it, noting how poorly built it was. Wind was from the other direction, and no air could get underneath. With a little luck, the entire pile might eventually burn completely. What a dope this guy is. His only redeeming quality is the presence of a very large bottle of lighter fluid. Edging closer, searching for the best branches to grab, the quickest way to save the fire, the most efficient way to turn it into a raging inferno.
I caught myself, but I can't ignore the burning inside me- the spark has been rekindled: I need fire. Lots of fire.
Little did I know that this decision unleashed a monster, a monster more sinister than Satan himself.
Some guy was burning brush in front of some apartments. Not a large fire by any means, but still fire. A fluttering of flame, a smatter of smoke, and just a hint of lighter fluid. Without thinking (don't go there) I started walking over to it, noting how poorly built it was. Wind was from the other direction, and no air could get underneath. With a little luck, the entire pile might eventually burn completely. What a dope this guy is. His only redeeming quality is the presence of a very large bottle of lighter fluid. Edging closer, searching for the best branches to grab, the quickest way to save the fire, the most efficient way to turn it into a raging inferno.
I caught myself, but I can't ignore the burning inside me- the spark has been rekindled: I need fire. Lots of fire.