The Roar of the UnderBelly

Tonight was a turning point in my life. We've all heard plenty of those 'ole wives tales: butter on a sunburn, feed a fever/starve a cold, wash babies in dawn...But until tonight, I had always dismissed any possibility that intestinal gas could ignite a match into a burning inferno. Never again my friends! Never again will I doubt!

My friend Dave came over to work on a few auditions. It is our duty as actors to help other actors in need, and so I obliged. As we read through scene after scene, Dave asked if I had any matches. We found some, and he proceeded to pull down his shorts, drop to the floor, and roll onto his back until his legs dangled overhead. He then lit a match, placed it near God's gift for exporting unused goods, and let the heavens hear his roar. I kid you not, the flam must have been four inches high! It was simply amazing! So of course I had to try. Well lets just say I'm a natural. So much so that Dave exited a bit early and awkwardly. As he left, I felt embarrassed, but deep inside I could sense a real pride being borne. It is a new day tomorrow, and I cannot wait to see what it holds.