Spencer: One time, when we were like ten years old, we were really into making our own fireworks. And we’d take Piccolo Pete’s, and we’d hammer them up. And you’d wrap them in duct tape, and if you lit them they’d explode. But then we- we filled a big gallon Gatorade bottle half-full of gasoline, that we put in my lawnmower. And then we- we put tissue paper down and we taped the Piccolo Pete around the top. So when we set it- it was like a bomb. And we set it in the middle of the street and we lit it. And it blew up and it flew over to the power box- the gray power box. Then it started burning up the side. And then this stripper that lived next door to us had a German Shepherd. And she walked out the door and was like “What the fuck’s going on?” And the fucking power box-the power box was-(laughing)
Ryan: I was running away because I thought the thing was going to explode. And then she grabs the hose and she put it on. And it made the fire bigger.
Spencer: Yeah, ‘cause the gasoline spread and then once it finally got out- for the rest of the time I lived in that house there was a giant black stain on the side of the power box. And I was just like- when my mom got home I was just like “God- goddamn neighborhood hooligans.”
Ryan: We never got in trouble for that, but we probably will now.