| Flame 
			  On!The sun sets and Saturday night begins. I decided to set up a portrait 
			  studio in front of the sunset, but I couldn't get the camera to 
			  sync up with my studio flash.
 Fernley 
			  Electric was here, and probably everyone else within a 50-mile range. 
			  Strange faces everywhere. I was starting to feel the impact of our 
			  growth. Alienation and all that. Who were all these locals and their 
			  wives even? One 
			  party came in with Winnemucca Dave  and a 40-foot fire cannon. 
			  Matao decided he could cross the path of the flame before the cannon 
			  went off. That's how he got his new name, Scorch. Meanwhile, 
			  Boris was casually spinning his fire chains and toasting his pants, 
			  or anyone else who got too close. The 
			  best part was when Suicidal Bunnies broke through the stage. |