I was close to a self immolation once. Long ago. 18 yrs old, Amherst MA. Happened in center of town. Guy set himself on fire to protest Iraq invasion by US. [of course it was suicide]. Before I knew about it, there was a blue hazy smoke that wafted across the campus (Hampshire College) and the sickly sweet smell of honeysuckle. Oddly knew what it was ’cause a TV show on “spontaneous combustion” taught me as a kid what it was like, so when the report of what happened came to us a few hours later, I was like, “I KNEW IT!”. I was a smartass. But really, it was a grossly sweet smell.

I was close to a self immolation once. Long ago. 18 yrs old, Amherst MA. Happened in center of town. Guy set himself on fire to protest Iraq invasion by US. [of course it was suicide].

Before I knew about it, there was a blue hazy smoke that wafted across the campus (Hampshire College) and the sickly sweet smell of honeysuckle.

Oddly knew what it was ’cause a TV show on “spontaneous combustion” taught me as a kid what it was like, so when the report of what happened came to us a few hours later, I was like, “I KNEW IT!”. I was a smartass.

But really, it was a grossly sweet smell.

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