This weekend me n’ bestest Butch buddy built a roaring bonfire in the cold night air, throwing in trees, logs, lattice, sawdust, leaves, beer bottles, what-have-you. The Femmes thought it was stupidly dangerous and too cold, so they ran inside. We beat on a drum while we stoked the fire, making embers sparkle up into a clear starry night. Me n’ my bud stayed out there until there was nothing left but red hot coals and white ash. I snuck late into bed next to my sleeping baby, smelling like a biggo smoked brisket.
Anyhow, it was flat out fucking insanely GREAT. In a quiet way. 
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