2002-09-04 - 3:45 p.m.

Tits on Fire, Part II

Recap
Went to a party where the hostess lit her boobies on fire,
half of the party was "weeeeeee!" having fun with E,
on our way to Ocean Beach, a velvet cloak wrapped itself around a motorcycle's gears and destroyed the bike.

OK, after finally leaving the bike behind as a lost cause (we tried to burn the velvet cloak of EVIL out from the brake pads and gears � stupid idea, I know), we proceeded on a hunt for a replacement jacket, fresh victim, and pack of cloves. We ended up kidnapping another goth girl (who fortunately was nude when we found her ... which meant no more velvet cloaks to fuck up the Dodge Dart we were traveling in), had her get dressed and bring along her cloves.

We parked above the beach, because there is no parking on Ocean Beach past 10 PM or so, and they do tow cars. Instead we just made a short walk down the side of a cliff close to the Sutro Baths (a must see place if you ever are in San Francisco) and carried our truck load of explosives down the beach with us. Once we hit the beach, I found a huge sand castle some kids must have made during the day time, and we threw some duraflame logs and loads of gasoline on the castle and burned it. I'm not really a pyro, but the other folks I was with most certainly were. We took turns taking swigs of 151 and spitting it into the fire. FUCK. The fire would explode when hit with that much alcohol. We were all using some red wine as a chaser, but it was kinda fun to spit that back into the fire as well.

Anyway, we'd take turns walking along the beach and burning any trash we could find. Somebody was kind enough to leave a full railroad tie on the beach and we must have found 4-5 plastic bottles. The remains of the velvet cloak of EVIL were of course burned. But the coolest thing was when one of the guys used a hair spray squirt bottle filled with lighter fluid to take fireballs out of the fire and then run across the beach squirting the bottle quickly and making a fireball dance in the air.

It was amazing. Imagine a wil-o-wisp or something like that.

We sat around the fire until about 6 AM, when we all headed home. Unfortunately for me while driving across the Bay Bridge I got a speeding ticket for doing 80 mph in a 50 mph zone. The bridge was fucking empty and traffic was traveling between 70 and 75 mph. Sure, I was speeding, but I was not being dangerous. That was the quickest $300+ I�ve ever spent. *grrrrrrrh*

LISTENING TO: Covenant Sequencer

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