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That's because burning shit is more interesting than talking to you idiots.

Fire is a fickle little thing that if not attended, will die immediately or get wildly out of control. It moves, breathes and eats. Every piece of fuel must be assessed for moisture, shape, size, and the potential to create smoke or embers. Fuel placement is critical, depending on the purpose of the fire, you can make it burn faster, stronger, longer, or create a good bed of coals for cooking. Fire gives warmth, and light while also containing desolation and death. It is a balancing act with dire consequences for falling off either side of a thin line of control.

Occasionally a log will pop or snap, and throw out a little spark show, and that is cool.

Once a couple friends and I decided to take some acid and camp out in one of the friend's back yards. He had a metal tow-behind trailer that he had put up some plywood walls on and draped a tarp over the top. This was in Florida but during the 2 weeks of winter we get so it was actually pretty cold at night.

The plan was for us to all sleep in the trailer, and we even had a little space heater going, but I was closest to the back of the trailer and the cold air was coming in more than the heater was warming me, so I couldn't sleep (the acid didn't help either, it had been several hours but I was still feeling it for sure).

To stay warm, I got up and re-lit the fire which was in a circular cinderblock about a foot tall and a foot wide. Throughout the rest of the night and the morning I continuously tended the fire, only occasionally stepping away to grab more sticks from the woods.

It was one of the most peaceful nights of my life. It did fully kill any enthusiasm I had for tending fires though. The smell of smoke didn't come off of me for days afterwards. Ever since then I've had no problem letting other people take over the fire whenever possible.

Well of course I know him, he's me!

Not me. I'm the guy trying to convince everyone camping is more fun without a fire

we'd drag discarded railroad ties down by a creek and drink beer and smoke weed. age 14-15. got beer by asking someone in line at the drive-up liqueur store to buy it. or go inside and shoplift something. was something to do i guess. not recommended firewood because they are soaked in creosote, but burn good. drinking not recommended. i managed to quit. friend never quit and died of liver damage 30 years later. cautionary note for anyone considering same habits.

The real trial is being this guy when other people decide they're going to start a fire and by the time you get there they've done it all wrong and the thing is smouldering and coughing up smoke and barely staying lit at all as they cram handfuls of pine needles and barely dry leaves into places while there's a full-ass log precariously balanced on top of it all and they're saying things like "Maybe we should pour a little lamp oil on top of it?"

And then you have to be the adult and take over the whole operation.

o/

It's me

I definitely do not respect this. I respect someone who helps keep it going, not the dude fucking with it, and giving the fire swirlies.

Just look it that thing. It need to be poked with a stick.