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M60 fuse igniter. That was it.
Do not know what has been wrong with me lately...memory has been funny...cannot remember shit. Some things...are clear as a bell. Like the number of wraps that I used. On the other hand, I could not remember the word arthritis on Monday. Can you BELIEVE that shit?
I think that a more proportional solution would have been to tape a two-inch length of det cord to the steel cable. Three wraps was, in retrospect, way too much. Yes, I was drunk on my ass. Yes, it was o' dark thirty on a rainy night in the middle of downtown Seattle. But it was too much. That shit was really, really loud. It echoed all over the city.
I hauled ass out of there.
It is a miracle that I survived my youth.
If nothing else makes you believe in a higher power, or in the concept of faith, or in the idea of karma, just this one anecdote should. I should, by rights, be in jail.
The fact that I am not, convinces me that I am being saved for something. Maybe that "something" is nothing more than inadvertently stepping on an ant on some inscrutable day in the unknowable future.
Who the fuck knows.
But I know that I heard my heart beating in my ears that night, as I looked up and down the streets, and that barrel rolled down the street, clanging and smoking.
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