my dad went to his friends house
and i came too.
this guys house was like a fantasy museum.
there were dragons and swords all over the place.
He had a coffee table covered with candles.
he had a blow torch in one hand, and was melting them down
so the wax was streaming, mixing an pooling off the edges and it
then he looked at me and said, "hi. do you wanna try?"
and handed me the blowtorch.
I was like, woah. this guy trusts that i wont burn down his
I RESPECT THIS GUY.
parents: this is how its done.