lefty
07-29-2003, 11:28 PM
This is a true story.
When I was 9, I used to build models - cars, planes, monsters, and ships! I used to find novel ways to demolish, crash, wreck or melt them.
We lived in a rent house on Northside with no real backyard, just dirt mostly. The driveway actually ran downhill to the back of the house.
My dad had a 56 Oldsmobile, two tone green 4 door. Very nice car and he was proud of it, being the first used car he had actually paid cash for.
I had built a real nice model ship and a very nice fighter plane. To set out a realistic demise for the ship, I dug a nice little ocean, filled er up with water, doused the ship with lighter fluid. Made my bombing run with the fighter, strafed that damn ship, and she caught fire fast! (matches helped). This was about 5 yards from the driveway and the car.
I had no way of knowing the car had a leaky fuel pump.
I still remember watching the flame travel from my little ocean, across the damp yard dirt, then to the driveway, and the Olds went up in flames. F*uckin nightmare! I hauled ass outta there, smart enough to carry away the evidence. I came back after a while, and no body was the wiser.
While my Mom was on her deathbead, my oldest sister and I were on deathwatch. I told her the story, and she was in tears laughing. I hope Mom heard it to, but she was pretty far gone from the cancer.
To this day, my Dad doesn't know, or at least has never brought it up. I think he needs to know. I'd better tell him soon.
When I was 9, I used to build models - cars, planes, monsters, and ships! I used to find novel ways to demolish, crash, wreck or melt them.
We lived in a rent house on Northside with no real backyard, just dirt mostly. The driveway actually ran downhill to the back of the house.
My dad had a 56 Oldsmobile, two tone green 4 door. Very nice car and he was proud of it, being the first used car he had actually paid cash for.
I had built a real nice model ship and a very nice fighter plane. To set out a realistic demise for the ship, I dug a nice little ocean, filled er up with water, doused the ship with lighter fluid. Made my bombing run with the fighter, strafed that damn ship, and she caught fire fast! (matches helped). This was about 5 yards from the driveway and the car.
I had no way of knowing the car had a leaky fuel pump.
I still remember watching the flame travel from my little ocean, across the damp yard dirt, then to the driveway, and the Olds went up in flames. F*uckin nightmare! I hauled ass outta there, smart enough to carry away the evidence. I came back after a while, and no body was the wiser.
While my Mom was on her deathbead, my oldest sister and I were on deathwatch. I told her the story, and she was in tears laughing. I hope Mom heard it to, but she was pretty far gone from the cancer.
To this day, my Dad doesn't know, or at least has never brought it up. I think he needs to know. I'd better tell him soon.