I grew up in Birmingham Al, every spring or so we would pack up and go cath a
short stint of the tour. Birmingham is only 2 hours from atlanta so our
senior year of high school a group of 4 friends went to atlanta a little
early becasue we wanted to spend the day at six flags( a roller coaster park)
We decided to make some good ole Alabama shroom tea and trip our balls off
and ride some roller coasters. What a day that was, mixing pysilosibin and
adrenline was a feeling we will never forget. Anyway, that night we camped
out at Stone moutanin, a little state park on the outskirts of atlanta. In 2
days was a show. That night we spread all of our shit out on a couple pinic
tables, this included, various bongs, pipes, coolers, bottles, stoves,
lantern's, more bings, cigarettes what have you. It was a cluster fuck of
illegal items. We were still tripping so we really didnt care that we were
showcasing an enormus drug problem. Well, I decide to start a fire. How?? you
ask. By pouring white gas all over a bunch of logs in a fire pit. You know,
boy scout juice. Not anticioating the coming events i struck a match and
carelessly tossed it in waiting for a huge fire ball to ignite the perfect
fire. Presto fire...right? Wrong...the fire shot up into the gas can. I
immediatly dropped it and gas poured out and ran down a hill. In 2 seconds
there was an 8 foot wall of fire rushing down the hill below our campsite,
towards the access raod. the 8 of us Furious tried to put it out. We were
running aroung like chickens with thier heads cut off trying to put it out.
We opended all our beer and poured, we spat, we pissed, we emtied cooler and
bongs, everything with a liquid was dumped on the ground. The nature of gas
fires are such that they dont go out to easily.

Well after about 8 minutes of utter insanity we finally got it out and
everyone started questioneing each other to find out who was at fault. At
this very moment a Georgia state offical rolled up and stopped at out picnic
site. I went down to talk to him because I was at fault here. I saw him and
he saw me appraoch. I approached knowing that if i approached it might not
look as inconspicuaous as not appraoching (if that makes sense), I walked up
like i just wanted to talk to him. Well, he didnt want to talk i guess and he
drove away. I prayed to god and went back up to the gang hottong and
hollering our near miss with the law. We all popped a cold one and continued
to drink and party. I was a rush.

We saw the state trooper bust 2 kids drinking beer 2 campsites down and
laughed. He cited them. Imagine what he would have done to us had he arrived
6 minutes ago...HOLY SHIT

The next day we saw the dead bust out a  SCarlet->Fire->playin->Dark star

stewart