"You may smell something, but that is simply a chemical reaction. There is no burning."
Maybe it's a boy thing or maybe not, but what I smelled took me back in time to hot sunny, summer days, magnifying glass in hand, kneeling on the sidewalk, bending down to make sure the focus was just right, point of light sharp and tiny, frying ants, bodies curling, smoke drifting up, distinctive burning smell. Chemical reaction. Yeah, right ...
In the scheme of things, I'm thinking that was okay. Now, my cousin, the one who spent considerable time behind bars, he tore the legs off grass hoppers, put the live bodies in a jar, and shook the glass jar to see what would happen.
Posted by Bill at May 12, 2007 09:14 PMHope you are healing just fine and seeing crystal clearly. I'm jealous. Yes I am. And as soon as I return from my hike up the mountain, I'm switching to daily wear. A new pair EVERY DAMN DAY. Almost just as good.
Okay. Not really. I know that. But a girl can pretend. Lucky.
Posted by: Keri at May 17, 2007 02:05 AM