11-18-2006, 03:40 AM
And the last pyro story...
This one was when I was a bit younger than the other two.
I think I was about 9 or 10.
I went to my cousins house to hang out and sleep over.
My cousin was more of a pyro than I could ever dream of being. I think I learned half the shit from him.
He had a flint, the kind you use to light bunson burners and shit with. He had swiped it from the school.
So I am sitting on his bed, flicking this flint and he is going through his dresser looking for something.
All of a sudden, he says "there it is" and turns around and sprays hair spray at my hands.
In just a flash, I am holding a fireball in my hands.
I dropped the flint and started flailing my arms. The sleeve of my right arm caught on fire. It only lasted a few seconds because of me flailing my arms, but it still managed to burn me pretty badly. I had a blister there for a while. I also had to throw that shirt away so that my mom/dad wouldn't find out what had happened.
I still have a scar on my right wrist and it still itches from time to time. Sometimes it itches so bad I scratch at it until I draw blood.
I used to think my cousin was cool, but now I hate him for that.
This one was when I was a bit younger than the other two.
I think I was about 9 or 10.
I went to my cousins house to hang out and sleep over.
My cousin was more of a pyro than I could ever dream of being. I think I learned half the shit from him.
He had a flint, the kind you use to light bunson burners and shit with. He had swiped it from the school.
So I am sitting on his bed, flicking this flint and he is going through his dresser looking for something.
All of a sudden, he says "there it is" and turns around and sprays hair spray at my hands.
In just a flash, I am holding a fireball in my hands.
I dropped the flint and started flailing my arms. The sleeve of my right arm caught on fire. It only lasted a few seconds because of me flailing my arms, but it still managed to burn me pretty badly. I had a blister there for a while. I also had to throw that shirt away so that my mom/dad wouldn't find out what had happened.
I still have a scar on my right wrist and it still itches from time to time. Sometimes it itches so bad I scratch at it until I draw blood.
I used to think my cousin was cool, but now I hate him for that.