When I lived out in the NC countryside, I had some neighbors who were mean to their dogs. There was nothing I could get them arrested or fined for on animal cruelty grounds (I checked), but I definitely thought they sucked. They also liked old muscle cars. One day I was walking my roommate's dog along the road and saw them driving an old corvette towards their house. Smoke started pouring out from under the front hood, and then flames. They pulled over to the side and got out, watching their car burn with looks of deep sorrow on their faces. For a moment I thought I'd finally mastered setting things on fire with my mind, but as it hasn't happened since I guess it was a fluke.
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Date: 2008-08-04 11:20 pm (UTC)