
last night i didnt have the greatest moment in my life journey. there is this big pile of leaves, sticks, and plant life in my back yard. i thought it would be good to burn it up, since its too much to fit in a trashcan for the garbage men. i doused the pile in gasoline and then got the little grill lighter to light it. little did i know, a giant fireball would erupt and catch me on fire. i jumped out of the fireball into the standard stop, drop, and roll fashion. my ankle and my right hand and arm where not so great. first i lost all the hair on both. second i received real good first degree burns on both. third i received some sweet blisters and peeled skin. and last it felt like i was on fire all night. i was constantly applying aloe and keeping my foot in water. i am cool now, just a bit swollen and blistery. so it leaves me to this conclusion:
i can not be the Human Torch. we can cross another one off the list. if a superhero i am to be (which i pray i will be one day) the Human Torch is not one of them. due to broken bones and cut skin, i am not Superman. due to lack of riches and skill, i am not batman. two big ones still hanging on the tree are Aquaman, which i am still testing, and The Green Arrow.

4 comments:
Wow. Seriously - glad you're ok. Sorry your dreams of being the Torch have been dashed. How are your archery skills?
You scare me sometimes. Glad you're okay (sort of). Seriously, I think maybe you should try to be Professor X. Mind stuff seems to be the safest thing to test out.
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much backyard drives a man insane
Too soon you'll learn, oh what a burn
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
[band joins]
You learned to love burning all your leaves
You burn your ankles singe the hair up your sleeves
You charged your mind, and you're roasted fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
You singed your body, woo.....it feels good
Hold your body, learn to burn it like a pyro...should
You're fine, so kind
We are all a nervous world...you'll cook your big behind....
You roast your nails and you charcoal your thumb
You're really nervous but it sure is fun
Come on baba, you drive us crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
[piano solo by Rodney]
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