It isn’t that I planned on liking this candle that much, it just sort of happened. A buddy sent me the link because I am a Rat (born the year of the rat) and he said “it’s metal like you are.” I’m metal because I choose to be metal. I’m about that life. So I buy the damn thing because obviously. I forget about it, digital money is easy to spend. It shows up at my house a few days later. I light the damn thing. I forget about it, because I’m not exactly a candle-man.
Anyway, it’s my week to have the dog, so my ex-wife brings it by. We’re good, it was a rough patch in life and she jumped ship but we still have that thing you know. So she drops off Hetfield who always freaks out. But being that he’s a Pointer, he sees the candle, dashes over and points at the damn thing. Owning a Pointer is the best — it never gets boring. The ex-wife comes in says “what’s he pointing at, is that a candle?” It is. We talk. Things happen.
Now I f****** like this candle.
I light it every time it’s my turn to have the dog. You know... for good luck.
