i used to play with fire a lot.
not in the metaphorical sence. "you're gunna get burned SON!"
No.
i used to get little toy cars. when i was really young. and when holding a matchbox was a magical feeling. exciting. doing a genie! oh yeah, them were the days... fill them full of tissue paper and soak it in surgical fluid.. light it, and then imagine it was just a car on fire.
i didn't imagine there was a showgirl in the boot.. or a family in the car.. i'm not that fucked up.. i just liked the idea of burning cars.. much like i assume evil knevil did when he was a nipper.. maybe.
