Burning Times

"Hey, man! I said 'hold my beer,' not 'drink it.' Damn, son."

One of the pleasures of country living, at least here in Alabama, is the burn pile. Brush, scrap wood, cardboard, nasty ol' blankets, mattresses and carcasses they won't take at the dump... once it gets hot enough, almost anything'll burn. Add a balmy night and a cold beer for a passing hobo and you got a right pleasant way to pass an hour or two.


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