Well, since everyone else is talking about I might as well tell my side. Went to Soma, saw Etched In Red play, they kicked major ass. Wanted to join in of the mosh pits but Wil held me back because my hand was too fucked up. Afterwards went to get my van and went to Robert and Bit's to have a bon-fire. Go somewhere in Carlsbad and start it up. We had gasoline as a starter and it went all right but then things went to shit.

Mark and Rex gas-up a plank of wood then light it just a little too close to the gas tank. Gas tank starts lighting up. Rex tried to do his best and move the tank...only he moved it into the brush. Everyone is standing around screaming so I did what I thought was best and sacrificed Stubb's blanket and started beating down the fire. I saw the tank was still lit and knowing that it might explode I toss it towards the dirt away from people. Much to my dumbfounded-ness my pants catch on fire. Got a few 1st and 2nd degree burns but other than that I'm fine.

As much as I know it was obvious what had happen was stupid but people really shouldn't blame Rex, he tried his best in the shocked state that he was in. He's probably going to be emotionally and mentally scarred for a lot longer than I will be physically; mine will fade away eventually...his won't so ease up on him...okay?

There were some also some cool points for the night. Mark, Yeti, and Joe all helped this stranded Sea Lion get back into the water. Sacrificed the blanket again but it was for good cause. Now wish me luck on telling the owner of the blanket why it has singe marks and why it smells like seawater.