Any story that begins, "Well, I was building a pipe bomb," can never end
well. Sam is, on the surface, a bright and successful individual with an
appetite for building new things. Things like axles and pipe bombs. One
Sunday, bored and angry that the Broncos were losing, Sam decided to head
to his basement workshop and try and build a bomb.
He welded a pipe closed on one end. Taking every precaution one can take
when one is illegally creating high explosives, Sam was smart enough to let
the metal cool before he put the gunpowder in the pipe. When he was done
packing the powder, he realized that he had run out of welding rod. And so
he set the half-finished pipe bomb on the scrap metal pile for later.
Pipe bombs, like any other half-done task, have a tendency to stay undone
for a great deal of time. That's what happened with Sam's project. He
simply forgot about the pipe bomb for six long months, summer and fall.
A few days before hunting season, Sam was loading his hunting gear into his
pride-and-joy Ford Bronco, when he noticed that a shaft was cracked. Being
an expert welder, Sam knew he could fix the cracked pipe himself. I hardly
need to say more.
Sam reached into his scrap metal pile, pulled out a pipe, pulled down his
welding hood, and struck an arc. He remembers a loud bang and not much
else. Shrapnel embedded itself up to the rafters of the third floor of his
house! Another piece of shrapnel blew through Sam's welding hood, missing
his empty skull by half an inch.
I still have the photographic evidence.
No good ever comes from the phrase, "Well, I was building a pipe bomb."
"Hilarious Roger Cotte styled accident."
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