Bonnell: Where there's smoke there's a mid-life crisis

The flame dances mischievously as I bring it toward my face.
I can feel the heat and my eyes are locked on this amorphous bit of orange and yellow that I’m guiding to within inches of my skin. More precisely, to my lips.
“In what way was this a good idea?” I think to myself, admittedly not for the first time today.
This is, without a doubt, my worst mid-life crisis yet.
It’s a hot, soupy Sunday in July, and I’m standing in a Gatineau shed. I’ve got a hollow al