I have my own
chilling tale of pyromaniacy:
I walked into my parents
bathroom as a child and my brother (the older one) was
spraying
lysol on the counter. That seemed
normal at first, but as I continued to watch,
he did not stop. He kept
sprayng until a large
puddle had formed (since the counter was concave). He
lit a match he had took from the kitchen and threw it down on the counter, and suddenly our
bathroom was
ablaze! Fortunately it stayed within the bounds of the puddle, but he
didn't keep it that way much longer. He the can of lysol again and sprayed it into the
fire then pulled back and made a
trail of flame in the air! I
watched in amazement as my dad kicked his
ass later.