The Young Pyrotechnician A burning couch, and me (left to right). Look how cute and innocent I like. I actually didn't start the fire, it was burning, my dad started it. It's up at my uncle's cabin in Muskeagon. Note: There is a nifty shooting bench at the back and to the left. That fact isn't significant to anything, but I just felt like pointing it out.

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