Not mine, but I witnessed the aftermath.
As a teen I lived in one of the sprawling suburbs outside of a city. If you're a teen who can't drive a car yet, these places are intensely boring- mile after mile of housing tracts with fuck-all for you to do, unless you can get a ride to the nearest shopping mall which happens to be about six or seven miles away. This provides a very fertile ground for all manner of stupidity.

Near where I lived was a DIY store called Chase Pitkin. Leading up to Christmas they had a load of live trees for sale; after Christmas they were merely unwanted merchandise that couldn't be sold. So they piled them all into a dumpster out back.

Steve saw them there, went home and got a quart bottle from his parents' trash, filled it with gasoline and stuffed a rag into it, then carried it down to Chase Pitkin in the wee hours of the morning. He later told me there were forty foot flames roaring out of it when he left. I suspect that they were larger than that, as the steel of the dumpster was warped heavily from the heat.

I'm still not sure who acted more stupidly- Steve with his molotov cocktail, or Chase Pitkin for giving him an irresistible target.
( Wanderer, Thu 7 Oct 2010, 20:51, 1 reply)

Hello, Upstater.
(Or so I guess, based on Chase-Pitkin.)
(ttdi wishes he had come up with a better sig before, Fri 8 Oct 2010, 20:09, closed)