I’m not a smoker; never have been, never will be.
That said, I’ve had a lifelong fascination with fire and there is something weirdly immersive about flicking a match head against that rough surface and seeing a mini-explosion burst forward from the head, like a sparkler, before it settles into a recognizable flame.
A fraction of a second later, the harsh scent of sulphur enters your sense of smell.
There is just something wonderful about all of that wrapped up inside such a little package.
I wasted a lot of matches as a kid….just because. I also know how to get a pretty solid campfire going. You wouldn’t want to see me start a gas BBQ…maybe that’s why Kirk prefers that we BBQ over charcoal…..I never thought about that until just his moment…..
No, I’m not an arsonist 🙂
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