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I looked into a campfire, got all hypnotized and stuff, and fell knees first into the fire. Then I really didn't get out of the fire that fast. I went to sleep after I was pulled out of the fire. The next morning I didn't want to look at it because I was afraid I wouldn't make it to Ozzfest, across the street from the campground if I did. So I made it in time for the first band and lasted until the last. Lots of walking, lots of drinking.
So finally the morning after the concert arrives, myself and the people I'm with still haven't seen my burns but I go home anyway. I take off my pants and it was pretty fucking bad. Second degree and probably very, very close to third. I eventually just had to be taken to a doctor where he prescribed this burn cream that has silver in it. That stuff was great, I healed up very fast and my scar on my right knee is not anywhere near as bad as I thought it was going to be. I still have one, but even my 18 year old says it's a cool scar.
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