lexipixel - 10:43 pm on Jun 17, 2011 (gmt 0)
Sadly I know all too well about drunks and camp fires...
One was sitting there drunk and asked me, "Do you smell something plastic burning?"... I said, "Yeah -- it's the bottom of your shoes, move away from the fire!"
Another had lost his wife, job, kids, car, house and most of his friends. One of the few friends he had left let him camp out in a tent in the woods next to his house. He got so drunk one night he fell in the fire, and burnt up his right arm so bad his fingers were stumps of charred flesh and skin grafts up to the elbow -- the booze had numbed him so much he didn't feel it enough to get up quickly.