Hot Head

By Ronnie Moore

It was 1984. I was in an underground fuel tank in the Philippines cutting rusted sections out of overhead trusses. I was thirty-two feet in the air and fully covered by numerous leathers. Hot slag was falling everywhere but I was well protected.

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

Photo Credit: Wikipedia

After about 15 minutes of this, I guess my wiggling around and shifting on the ladder caused the leathers covering my lap and legs to slip out of place. A piece of slag burned through my coveralls and into the head of my penis.

 

I dropped the torch. I kicked over the ladder. Now I am hanging by my harness, three stories in the air, barely able to breathe and I have a piece of metal slowly cooling off, as it burns it’s way into the head of my penis, while my firewatch is losing his mind.

 

I can only imagine if that piece of hot slag burned a hole, just a little deeper in, I just might have lost my ability to…think!

There have been others to be sure but that was probably the worst and eventually one of the funniest of a very storied career.

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