One time, Dallas Jr. was at a party where, I'm assuming, there was some heavy drinking going on. I'm not against heaving drinking, but I am against heavy drinking by stupid people. The kids at the party decided to have a bonfire. So they piled up whatever it was they were going to burn and instead of using lighter fluid or even gasoline, somehow Dallas Jr. had gotten some jet fuel. Yes, jet fuel. What they use to fly planes. In Loxahatchee, you can't just set a fire, you have to dowse the pile with the jet fuel and then stand on the pile while lighting it. That first explosion threw him 20 feet and gave him second and third degree burns on his face and arms.
That's how you start a fire in Loxahatchee.
Dallas and Trixie recieved a settlement of $8,000 from the insurance company. Don't worry, they didn't put in the bank to rot. They bought a tractor. With a cab. They could stay cool while moving their junk around from pile to pile. Personally, I think it was an excellent investment.
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