Nation Skateboarding

I don't even know where to begin to explain the events that unfolded with this matter. Like, I'm still stuck in the sheer "aw" just looking out my bathroom window and seeing black everywhere.

We had just gotten back from Lakeville, we celebrated Gabe's 18th Birthday with a trip to the Cigar & Clove Shop. When we got back to my house Gabe pulls out this huge bottle rocket. "Matt, you still got those bees in the coping of your ramp?" "Yeah" "Wanna exterminate them?"

I should have plugged the other end of the coping, but there was a bees nest there so I figured that and a bolt holding the coping in would stop it. We lit it and it shot through and out of the coping with a loud whistle and out into the field. What happened for the next 30 minutes is still a little hazey.

I remember trying to stomp out the flames, yelling to get water, trying to hook up a hose, and calling the fire department. But that's about it.

And you wanna talk about insult to injury? I almost got ARRESTED for this. I was on the phone with my dad this little dorky kid walks up and whips out his wallet, reveling a badge. Oh, and apparently he didn't like the attitude that I was giving him. I mean, I'm sorry, I tried to put on a strong and respectful face, even though, I did just almost DIE! His name was Sargent Drake, and as bad as I already felt about destroying 2 acres of land, he wasn't helping, going out of his way to be an asshole and telling me things like how he puts kids like me in "homes." That I didn't appreciate.

This situation pretty much fucked me up. Now I'm scared to death of anything as much as a lighter, but I also have lost almost all respect for any law-enforcement officer. Here's my advice. Go water your lawn, I don't care what the drought is, god dammit, go water it.

Oh and I just love how news spreads almost as fast as this fire did.

DudettE 424: hey how was your fire?
H A B I T CKy: ah fuck you.
DudettE 424: haha

Written by Matt West on 8/16/2001