So last Saturday, my best friend hosted a party at his house on the St. Johns River. After a few drinks, we decided to light off the remaining fireworks from the 4th of July. As I am running to the end of his dock to grab an extra water hose, I stopped and snapped this picture just because I figured it was the last time I would see his house.
My wife was videoing our drunk-ass attempt at "fire fighting". Nothing would work. No water pressure, pressure washer wouldnt crank, ladder was too short. Burning moss is dripping from trees like lava. Somebody must have a dropped a mortar on the ground at some point... because.....