Friend of mine's significant other is making a change that will get him pulled into fighting forest fires. We talked about the dangers. Is he worried about his safety. That it's a pretty shit job that must be miserable and grueling when you're in the middle of it. I know... I read a romance novel once that was set in a facility with specialized smoke jumpers who were badass and sexy. I'm sure it was totally accurate. Where danger runs high, romance runs hot, and there's always a mystery corrupt one in the bunch out to kill someone.
Got me thinking about college friends and when I made new discoveries about the male species and their proclivity to set things on fire, blow stuff up, eat things that say "do not eat" and play with chemicals. Thankfully Darwin didn't come into effect, but come to think of it, there was a friend missing part of his finger...
But really what the conversation made me recall and why I bothered to blog about it was... dang... I can't remember. I swear I need to take notes on my own thoughts. So elusive...
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