Posted by sebastian on September 26, 2002, at 13:36:52
In reply to Re: Anyone had the sh** kicked out of them for no good, posted by sebastian on September 22, 2002, at 5:17:12
The one who died, was drunk, or at least I noticed him siping from a flask like bottle, on the way down to the oil tank. I was sober as can be, never new what to expect, but new something had to be up when they wouldn't tell me where they where takeing me or what they wanted to show me. "We have something to show you". Thats all they said.
When we got to an oil tank at the local tank farm. They jumped out of the truck and quickly went to the ajacent oil tank, I followed untill they went around the tank and up the steps. At this point I hesitated, looked at anouther freind who was standing there, and asked, arn't you comeing? "My legs are too short" he said. So I went and stood next to him, stared at the harbour in front of me, BOOM, I ran, felt the heat on my back, wondered , stoped down the road, looked back, heard skreems, saw my freind run down the stairs on fire compleatly. My hart sunk.
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