 My good friend Chris has a friend we'll call S., an adult male with two children. I know S. but refuse to claim him as a friend, because it would reflect poorly on me. In fact, Chris is often embarrassed to admit S. is a friend.
Chris was hanging out with S. on the 4th of July a few years ago. They were shooting off illegal fireworks, which is not the point of the story. S. was allowing his kids to run around in bare feet while shooting off fireworks, which is also not the point.
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The real story is this: One of S.'s kids asked him if they had any more Killer Bees, a certain kind of firework. S. opened the paper grocery sack to check inside. He sees a jumble of unexploded fireworks, and can't tell one from another. So S. sparks up his butane lighter and sticks it, and his face, into the sack to see what's left.
Chris grabbed the man's son and ran. But nothing happened. Someday something will, but inasmuch as S. has already bred, I fear that the real damage has already been done.
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Accident Waiting to Happen
