So if any of you want to know the truth of how I earned my best and worse nickname ever "Pyroman" well I guess you get to know now.
I used to live in a small town in Tennesse (failed at spelling tht), when I did I was rather "Adventurous," I used to run away from home and explore the woods near my house, I was only 12 so I felt I could live in the woods and become Tarzan, but I would always be found by one of the local hikers and they would take me back home. Well one day I decided I had enough so I packed up all my stuff and walked out in the middle of the night, I set up camp and was getting my hunting gear ready for the next day. I got a little hungry so I decided why not S'mores. So I pulled out all the supplies needed to make a fire, after I started the fire I was kind of interested in what else I could do with fire (totally forgot bout my smores), so I took out some spray cans and ductaped them together in a ring, then I pushed down on all the nozzles and aimed the one in my hand at the ones in the ring, I pulled out my lighter and lit it in front of my spray can and let the flame spray all ove the ring of cans creating a ring of fire... to my expectation it was badass but it backfired the ductape slipped and one of the cans sucked in the fire and all 12 of the ones in the ring blew up also including the one in my hand. Since I was so close to them the explosion knocked me back into a tree knocking me out and putting me in a coma, but it wasnt just that I had over 200 pieces of shrapnel in my body and I was bleeding out, to my luck a old man was looking for some firewood and saw the explosion and saved me from death, I was put in the hospital and was in the Critical Condition ward. I had over 15 doctors operate on me and over 450 stitches inside and out to repair my body, and I cracked my skull and have permanent brain damage in areas. It was a miracle I survived and throughout alot of places people heard of what happened and in the newspaper the headline said "Real-Life Pyroman" and thus my name was forever written down in my history and I will never forget it. Im surprised I even lived to this day and sometimes I wish I had died from the explosion but it makes me think I have something to live for and thats why I survived the horrible inncident.
I used to live in a small town in Tennesse (failed at spelling tht), when I did I was rather "Adventurous," I used to run away from home and explore the woods near my house, I was only 12 so I felt I could live in the woods and become Tarzan, but I would always be found by one of the local hikers and they would take me back home. Well one day I decided I had enough so I packed up all my stuff and walked out in the middle of the night, I set up camp and was getting my hunting gear ready for the next day. I got a little hungry so I decided why not S'mores. So I pulled out all the supplies needed to make a fire, after I started the fire I was kind of interested in what else I could do with fire (totally forgot bout my smores), so I took out some spray cans and ductaped them together in a ring, then I pushed down on all the nozzles and aimed the one in my hand at the ones in the ring, I pulled out my lighter and lit it in front of my spray can and let the flame spray all ove the ring of cans creating a ring of fire... to my expectation it was badass but it backfired the ductape slipped and one of the cans sucked in the fire and all 12 of the ones in the ring blew up also including the one in my hand. Since I was so close to them the explosion knocked me back into a tree knocking me out and putting me in a coma, but it wasnt just that I had over 200 pieces of shrapnel in my body and I was bleeding out, to my luck a old man was looking for some firewood and saw the explosion and saved me from death, I was put in the hospital and was in the Critical Condition ward. I had over 15 doctors operate on me and over 450 stitches inside and out to repair my body, and I cracked my skull and have permanent brain damage in areas. It was a miracle I survived and throughout alot of places people heard of what happened and in the newspaper the headline said "Real-Life Pyroman" and thus my name was forever written down in my history and I will never forget it. Im surprised I even lived to this day and sometimes I wish I had died from the explosion but it makes me think I have something to live for and thats why I survived the horrible inncident.
