I'm Judes.
Yesterday I was at the office, sitting in an empty room with a green lighter on the table. And We took it up and pressed it, and looked at it with a full flame. As a child, this type of lighter is twice as expensive as a sand wheel. And at this moment I sit at 510, and I pick up a wind lighter, stronger and cooler, and press down, and the flame comes out of flames, strong and unshakable, and you may even use it backwards. As a child, this type of lighter was rare, and despite the fact that it was well lit in the middle of the winter in the northeast, I kept it.
And now I hate it.
I hate its deformed, frozen flames. "Are you also exploited?" Butane, desiring for freedom, is occasionally released, ignited and burned in appropriate quantities in beautiful cases, and has been abandoned without reaching sufficient empty flame ratios. There are several lighters in 510.
The firecrackers were getting boring, so I invented a new game: light the lighter, watch it explode.
Remove all parts of the upper half of the lighter, leave only plastic casings and fuel, then turn the lighter upside down against the wall, light the plastics from the lower end, step back and wait for the flame to burn up and explode.
Bang! Fireballs are super good. It's the home of all the lighters that can't fire.
And then when I was obsessed with the explosion, the lighter was running out. I'm just trying to tear down the new lighters and think about the new ones, and the fireballs will look better. I also asked a couple of my little friends to watch. The steps are still the same, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait. It was tried twice, the same.
Did the air pressure that caused the leak blow out too much? Or is it because the butane gassing absorbs a lot of heat to extinguish the flame? I never had an answer.
That moment was a miracle for me when I was young, so I knew that sometimes even fuel could put out fire.
Those butanes are free.
This is Rhode Island.
Talk to me.
Talk to me in the Community Chat Room.
Talk to me about the 04s and the 900s.
I'm Judes.
It's my Wisdom.
Come talk to me.
Or come directly to 510 and talk to me.
I'll wait here.