So, I’m getting ready for bed, and I look out my window, and see a reflection of flames in the windows of the building across from me. Orange flickering light. Yes, it’s a reflection of my building. Third floor. Something is burning. The lightning flashes in the gathering storm clouds. Well, I’d better figure out what it is. I walk outside an look up. Flames alright. From the Tiki torches on the third floor balcony. Intentional. Another boring night. That’s good.