I played with explosives as a kid. In Chicago, I met a guy in a bar who made his own "firecrackers." They were like quarter sticks of dynamite. I bought ten from him. A few days later, the cops pulled me over for drunk driving (again) and found the explosives in the trunk. They took them for themselves. They let me go because I ran the local repair shop where they all got a big discount. I'm lucky to have all ten fingers.
Orb's, I didn't play too much with bombs. My luck doesn't allow It.
ReplyDeleteI played with explosives as a kid. In Chicago, I met a guy in a bar who made his own "firecrackers." They were like quarter sticks of dynamite. I bought ten from him. A few days later, the cops pulled me over for drunk driving (again) and found the explosives in the trunk. They took them for themselves. They let me go because I ran the local repair shop where they all got a big discount. I'm lucky to have all ten fingers.
ReplyDeleteHoly shit! I'm laughing my ass off! Kinda stuff I used to do when I was younger....
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