I was in the Glaisnock hut once and a drunk fisherman arrived and loaded the stove up with logs, poured kero all over it, and then stood back and threw a light into it. The flames blew out sideways and caught the open bottle of kerosene he was holding on fire. He was drunk, staggering around waving his on fire hand and open bottle of kerosene all over the place like a flaming torch.
He was between me and the door and I thought, this idiot is really going to cause my death.
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