My best friend and I used to hang out at his farm on the weekends. It generally involved some sort of drinking, 4 wheeling, mud bogging, or even labor around the property. Being the entrepreneurs that we are,
we decided to cut down a bunch of timber, split it and sell it for firewood in the fall. We must have split at least 25 cords of wood. Being tired and feeling that we should reward ourselves we decide to have a barn party in this old ass barn next to our wood pile.
So now we have 20-30 teenagers drinking and engaging in general merriment. The bonfire is in full effect including a rope swing from the rafters to Tarzan over the fire, but I digress. After the party we put out the fire and retire to our respective girlfriends. The next day we sober up and go home after a long weekend.
The next weekend rolls around and we all head down to the farm again. Just as we pull up to the gate we see lights flashing everywhere and pretty nice blaze burning in the background. Apparently the dirt we put the fire out with must have had some tinder in it b/c it smoldered for almost a full week before lighting up the rickety old barn like a Christmas tree.
To this day his dad blames "poachers" for burning down that barn. I don't know that he'll ever know. Needless to say the firewood went up in flames and I have lost my entrepreneurial spirit ever since.