Dalziel found himself celebrating his birthday with his friends at his house. He was very last minute in his planning and found himself calling people up at the last minute and asking them if they could come. It was the Saturday of the 1st full week of summer, Dalziel spent most of his time going around to people’s houses and chilling, but when alone for the small snippets of the day, would simmer in his own thoughts and become saddened by the massive void of free time that seemed to pervade throughout his whole summer.
He had tried to get a job long ago in March, but the silly company took forever to respond and Dalziel went through many actions in attempts to raise the company’s awareness of his availability. When June swung around, Dalziel found himself desperate and also applied to Staples. Still simmering, Dalziel needed to find a way to un-isolate himself and surround himself with the company of others.
Thus, this last-minute “birthday party” was thrown together. It all seemed to be going well, a decent number of people showed up, they arrived and chilled in the basement for a while. Playing Wii for a bit, but then after awhile, the allure of the Wii started to wear off and the party moved upstairs and outdoors; out into the driveway of Dalziel and his street style un-used basketball hoop.
Dalziel never was really interested in basketball, but he still enjoyed watching his friends play and screaming at the amazing and not so amazing moves pulled off by his friends. But then after another small window of time, basketball started to get boring as well so as Dalziel walked around his garage in an attempt to find something to do, his eyes passed over the Poland Springs Bottle filled with pure ethanol; a highly flammable substance. So Dalziel went inside to find some matches or a lighter. After futilely rummaging through the drawers in his cabinets, Dalziel remembered that his dad had kept some sort of “special” matches from a high class restaurant in the china cabinet. Dalziel grabbed the matches and the alcohol, and walked back out onto the driveway where his friends where still playing basketball. He moved down the driveway a bit from where they were playing, poured some alcohol on the driveway, and threw a match on it. The ethanol immediately burst into a deep red/orange color. The strange color of the flame mesmerized Dalziel as he stared wonderingly into the depth of the fire.
As the ethanol started to burn out, Dalziel quickly poured some more out into the pile and then realized that he was messing up his driveway. So he ran inside and got a cup of water and doused the ground on which he had been burning. After the dousing, Dalziel realized he was burning the special matches like no tomorrow, so inside the house he went in search of a candle to minimize the usage of the matches. He emerged once again with a lit candle in hand and headed to the back of the house where not as many people could see their exploits of the pyro nature.
As they explored the wonders of the ethanol and the mesmerizing nature of fire, Northrop came outside to spectate the happenings of the afternoon with fire.
“Yo Dalziel, why don’t you try putting some alcohol on your hand and lighting it on fire. It doesn’t hurt,” suggested Northrop.
“I’ve seen it done before, but you try it first!” As Dalziel was saying this, Northrop had already grabbed the bottle of ethanol and opened it.
“No thanks, you try, it won’t hurt!” said Northrop as he doused Dalziel’s hand with a dollop of ethanol. The battle of what to do inside Dalziel’s head was short lived but multifaceted. Light his hand and fire and see some awesome pyro activities as well as some awesome “street cred” or light his hand on fire and burn terribly. The lure of the awesomeness of this hand on fire won in the end and Dalziel slowly inched his hand closer to the burning candle. As his hand hovered one foot over the candle, Dalziel let the pool of alcohol loose and pointed his hand down toward the flame. As soon as the 1st drop of alcohol reached its ignition temperature the flame raced towards Dalziel’s hand instantaneously and one foot above the candle, Dalziel’s hand was ripped back due to reflex and then shaken violently. The sound of fire whipping and burning in violent wind was echoing inside of Dalziel’s head as he tried to desperately shake out the alcohol fire on his hand. The whole time, Dalziel’s friends were sitting their observing the stupidity of Dalziel as he had tried to simulate the fantasy world and casted a fireball.
From merely observing Dalziel’s fireball remain on his hand, Dalziel’s friends could tell that Dalziel was no mage. Mages did not burn their hands when trying to cast fireball. So Dalziel finished screaming as the last of the alcohol was burned up and quickly sprinted inside to run his hand under cold water… Never again would Dalziel experiment with fire on his body, the pain of the burn flowed powerfully through the whole left hand of Dalziel. This unbearable pain was reminder enough for Dalziel that fire was the ultimate enemy of biological beings…
So my hand was burnt quite severely and one would expect that it would still be extremely painful as there was fire on my hand, but miraculously, I feel no pain whatsoever in my hand. I thank God that he has healed me and also thank my parents for being involved in the healing ministries and praying powerfully in the spirit to ease my pain. Any questions feel free to vent/IM/call. Amen.
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