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Well, it's July 4th, I'm here alone, and don't much much to except...wait...that fireworks kit from the Indian Reservation....it just poured down rain for the last half hour, so this was a nice, safe time...and of course, everyone knows how safety-conscious I am.
There were some Roman candles, so I put those in a beer glass and set them off. They were awesome! 75' or so up. Then there were some oversized bottle rockets, and they looked almost like the small professional ones when they went off. NICE!
Well, I still have tons of firecrackers, but what next? I have some that are a little larger than the average stick of dynamite, and they say "C4 Stix" on them. Somebody once told me that the government puts limits on the amount of powder they can put in these things, and despite the size, they probably weren't shit.
So I threw a C4 Stix into the glass, lit the fuse and waited for the little pop. Guess what. There was no one little pop. There was what looked, sounded, and nearly felt like a hail of automatic machine gun fire. When the shards of glass came at me, I turned and dove head-first into a junkpile. It was dark out there and I couldn't see anything. I tripped over the leg of Mister Crane on the way down. My leg doesn't appear to be broken, but Lloyd's of London isn't going to insure it. It's pretty fucked up. I've got pieces of glass and shit imbedded in me, and I think that the clothes I was wearing are burnt black. I swept up the glass, but there are bits of "C4 Stix" wrapper all over the yard. That's tomorrow's project, if I can get myself up and go out there. I'm not sure if I want to see the damage or not.
I dunno...I guess I'm just accident-prone or something...
I do have a few more C4 Stix if somebody wants to come by for New Years!
-denise
There were some Roman candles, so I put those in a beer glass and set them off. They were awesome! 75' or so up. Then there were some oversized bottle rockets, and they looked almost like the small professional ones when they went off. NICE!
Well, I still have tons of firecrackers, but what next? I have some that are a little larger than the average stick of dynamite, and they say "C4 Stix" on them. Somebody once told me that the government puts limits on the amount of powder they can put in these things, and despite the size, they probably weren't shit.
So I threw a C4 Stix into the glass, lit the fuse and waited for the little pop. Guess what. There was no one little pop. There was what looked, sounded, and nearly felt like a hail of automatic machine gun fire. When the shards of glass came at me, I turned and dove head-first into a junkpile. It was dark out there and I couldn't see anything. I tripped over the leg of Mister Crane on the way down. My leg doesn't appear to be broken, but Lloyd's of London isn't going to insure it. It's pretty fucked up. I've got pieces of glass and shit imbedded in me, and I think that the clothes I was wearing are burnt black. I swept up the glass, but there are bits of "C4 Stix" wrapper all over the yard. That's tomorrow's project, if I can get myself up and go out there. I'm not sure if I want to see the damage or not.
I dunno...I guess I'm just accident-prone or something...
I do have a few more C4 Stix if somebody wants to come by for New Years!
-denise
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