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> The smell of gasoline reminds me of my father.
>
> The taste of gasoline reminds me of the time Steve tied me to a
> chair in the basement, covered me with gas, and threatened for
> hours to light me on fire.
>
> He didn't do it. But the whole time I kept remembering--
>
> my mom's half brother, my Grandfather's son from a previous
> marriage, and how he covered himself in gasoline in the basement of
> my grandfather's house and flew into death with flames of fire.