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empallina bunch of us were at Alexi's one night. we were all just sitting around the room talking. i was sitting on the floor and getting annoyed. Steve H kept standing in front of me. he was walking around like he was teaching a class or something. so i start looking around for an answer to this problem. i see a can of aqua net with in reach. so i grab it. i then start doing hand motions trying to get someone to give me a lighter. i think i was the only one of all these high schoolers that didn't smoke, but it was a matter of someone actually giving me a lighter. finally someone tosses one to me. i sat there kinda fiddling with it so that Steve's train of thought passes right past it. i had placed the aqua net behind me in case he turned around to look. so he goes on when his spiel. so i quickly spay his boot down with the aqua net and light it before he has time to question it. almost immediately someone interrupts him to let him know he is on fire. he gets it put out and swings several kicks against me. i was laughing so hard that i didn't even feel them. very shortly after that Alexi's mother yells up the stairs to ask if someone is smoking up there. she replies with and a negative answer as we all begin to fail at withholding out laughter. then someone mumbles something about smoldering maybe but not smoking and we all completely loose it right there.
one of the electives i took my sophomore year in high school was an art classes. most of these kids had friends in the class that they sat next to. i never really had any friends that went to the same school as me so i just grabbed an empty seat. i ended up setting next to someone who was just as cynical as i was but so much smarter, Steve L. we talked a little but it was one action that really broke the ice. i was working on something that required me to be using this little craft knife thing. it was this ugly orange thing with a retractable blade. so we are sitting there working on our stuff and talking. then i turn to him and say, "hey Steve." as he looks up i run the knife into his side. he raises his arm and reaches for his wound. it was at that point that he realize that i had flipped it around in my hand so that the blade was actually pointed in my direction. then the profanities came forth. but he said them with a smile. for some reason every time i had a knife in my hand in that class several people got a little tense and nervous. as if i actually had stabbed him. weird the way that works.
one of the electives i took my sophomore year in high school was an art classes. most of these kids had friends in the class that they sat next to. i never really had any friends that went to the same school as me so i just grabbed an empty seat. i ended up setting next to someone who was just as cynical as i was but so much smarter, Steve L. we talked a little but it was one action that really broke the ice. i was working on something that required me to be using this little craft knife thing. it was this ugly orange thing with a retractable blade. so we are sitting there working on our stuff and talking. then i turn to him and say, "hey Steve." as he looks up i run the knife into his side. he raises his arm and reaches for his wound. it was at that point that he realize that i had flipped it around in my hand so that the blade was actually pointed in my direction. then the profanities came forth. but he said them with a smile. for some reason every time i had a knife in my hand in that class several people got a little tense and nervous. as if i actually had stabbed him. weird the way that works.
