It is 8:20 on a Sunday morning. I am sitting at my computer brooding over the necessity of actually writing (by which I mean checking Pinterest). I glance out the window and see Darwinism in action. My meth-head neighbor initially catches my attention because she is dressed in boy shorts and a tight cami, which is not okay for her.
Then I notice flames.
I called the boyfriend over. "Something interesting may happen," I said. We watched as she walked over to this grill and began to liberally spray some kind of accelerant on it.
I was so amazed by this sequence that I failed to turn on my video immediately. As clear evidence that God protects fools and drunks (and meth-heads evidently), no one has gotten blown up yet.