Anecdotal story about eating pie with my grandmother, a burning barrel of trash and moonshine.
i once had a fire in my hand. i put it in the toilet and it went out. but not before removing my eyebrows.
that was the day the railing broke off and fell into the swimming pool.
oh. and Jimmy got almost-electrocuted and passed out. he fell off the deck and into the swimming pool.
his hair was smoking.
very cool dive.
no camera.
but the blow torch was in the living room at the time, so i know it had nothing to do with it. but it did, however, have something to do with the fire in my hand.
the microwave died that day too.
oh. and the parrot flew away. gone forever.