arson
So, my parents were kind of pissed about the fire I set in my backyard last night. That Juan and I, always getting into trouble. I'm a bit of an arsonist and I was very upset with my school books, so I took the liberty of setting a few of them on fire. It was a weak fire and I didn't want to waste our cheap as shit rum...cuz we obviously weren't drunk enough...so I used motor oil to fule the fire instead. It worked fantastically! Flames at least six feet high, it was great. But then while trying to contain my excitement about the half mile long pillar of smoke I had created I remembered that my next door neighbors had a baby recently. I didn't know if their windows were open but if they were the plastic fumes could have caused a whole ass load of problems for her developing little brain. I reluctantly decided to hose down the inferno until nothing was left of it besides a pile of wet ashes, metal binder rings, and the echos of maniacal laughter....I think it's going to be a long and interesting summer.