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. . . A Thousand Watt Light Bulb I remember a time in British Columbia, when I worked in the woods, I was a faller (guy who cuts down trees). There was an Inuit guy, I can’t remember his name, but this guy had a thousand-watt light bulb. It was huge, the size of a watermelon. Anyway we had been drinking and playing cards. This guy pulls out this light bulb and plugs it into an outlet in his kitchen. It illuminated the room like a blinding sun storm. The buzzing sound it gave of was loud and amazingly intense. I sat for a while and experienced it for a while. I wasn’t sitting there long, I had to leave the house. Dear Lord it made me sick as a dog. I will never forget it!
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