As soon as he told me that, I thought of something.
You keep interrupting me, it’s irritating.
Raider 1: I just told you he was afraid of fire. He said he was sorry and – get this – he said he was afraid of fire. I was so surprised that I swung and broke his nose. So yeah, he knocks the match out of my hand. Raider 2: He knocked the match out of your hand? Why’d he do that? I kid you not, as soon as I lit the first match, the kid screams, “What are you doing?!” and knocks the match out of my hand. Anyway, after hanging out with him a while, it started to get dark, so I built a fire. He wasn’t that young, probably around eighteen or so.
Raider 1: Couple years back, before I met Clutch, me and a couple friends found a young kid on the north side of the Charles. If you’re close enough to hear raiders talk and manage to keep yourself hidden, sometimes you’ll catch a story.
