Come on baby, light my fire

I was the most on fire back in the early 90s. I drank like a fish, smoked like a chimney, and rocked the ridiculous hairsprayed-to-hell-and-back wind tunnel bangs that were ever so fashionable back then. I was at a friend's house one night, drunk off my ass as usual, when I realized I lost my trusty Bic lighter. In my infinite wisdom, it occurred to me to stumble over to her stove and try to light my cigarette on a burner. It was then that my bangs caught fire and I had to beat myself about the head and shoulders with a kitchen towel to put myself out. Ah, youth. Good times, yo.

2 comments:

Samsmama said...

Is it some sort of rite of passage that every (female) smoker must do this? Seriously.

Kari said...

Apparently. It sucks to be predictable, eh?