If McFing works of his auto-biography

Andrew gets onto his computer to begin his Auto-biography. He feels he should write down his life story before the details of it get any fuzzier. He starts typeing. He starts out with a story about how he was stung by a wasp a couple of days ago, but he just happend to be leaning forwards to pick the joint he dropped up off the floor when the sting was delivered. As a result he pulled the stinger out and the wasp started batting against the window dripping out clear venom. Two smashes with a Kurt Vonnegut Jr. paper back and the beast was dead. As McFing moves the mouse over to "Save as" the power goes out and he is stareing at a black screen. McFing cusses a foul borth of expletives. He rolls a joint and he goes out wallking to kill time waiting for the power to come back up. He wants to start on the joint right away, but theres cars driveing all over the place and he fills paranoid someone will see him. So he walks onto a farmer's field and he follows the mostly dead line of trees for cover. He fishes out the joint and realizes that he left his lighter back at the house. It's a fucking fifteen minute walk back. When he finally gets back home he finds it a blazeing fireball!