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CT | Back when I was too young to know better, I offered to cut the tops off of a few barrels for a neighbor that had held floor cleaning chemicals. The first few were fine, but on the last one I held the torch on the lid long enough to see the paint start to burn. Everything went into slow motion, and I remember the lid started to bubble up and that was it. No flames, just a big boom. Woke up a few seconds later with my father running from the barn wondering what had happened. The lid cleared a 2-story house, crossed the road, and landed ironically in the neighbor's yard who owned the barrels. I went to the hospital but other than a torn shirt and ringing ears I was ok. The windows blew out in the overhead door behind me.
It was a very stupid thing to do. | |
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