About 45 minutes ago we were sitting down watching Law and Order when we heard some screaming across the hall – something along the lines of “OH MY GOD FIRE!”.  I thought I had smelled something funny but thought it was just someone’s horrible cooking. I got up and looked out into the hallway to see what was up – thinking it was just some drunk chicks, I was wrong. The hallway had a bunch of smoke and it seemed to be coming from one specific apartment (right across the hall from mine). I have spoken with the guy on several occasions so I decided to invite myself in to make sure he wasn’t dead. Instead he was passed out on the couch somehow not affected by the thickest smoke I have ever seen.

I hollered at the guy – “Dude, you apartment is on fire.”… no response. One more time somewhat louder (I didn’t want to wake the neighbors as it was 2AM) “Your fucking house is on fire, do something about it”. He rolled over and said “That”s not mine”. Luckily someone pulled the alarm and he was in the back of the cruiser in no time.

I grabbed my Mac, some smokes and a blanket and waited outside in the rain.  Definitely an exciting event, some people didn’t find it as entertaining.

Tonight’s lesson : don’t drink and cook.