Fw: (OT) fire, fire!
ptpeet at nyc.rr.com
Wed Dec 3 00:46:43 EST 2003
...and now our apartment smells like Sept 11 all over again, a plastic,
burnt smell that reeks to high heavens (see below for more details, those
who didn't get the first note on this topic). All that's missing is that
cooked flesh smell.
Our lungs are full of nasty tasting sootishness, and we are now a bit
overwhelmed feeling, the aftershock finally kicking in.
That was way, way too close a call for my liking I have to say.
I realize this is way off topic for the two lists I've posted these
notes to, but I really needed to vent my feelings, so thanks for bearing
Peace all, and remember to live to the fullest today, right now, as we never
ever know what's waiting just around the next moment.
----- Original Message -----
From: "Preston Peet" <ptpeet at nyc.rr.com>
To: <drugwar at mindvox.com>; <ibogaine at mindvox.com>
Sent: Wednesday, December 03, 2003 12:14 AM
Subject: (OT) fire, fire!
> Hi all,
> Weedless here, and wouldn't it figure. I could Really use a bowl or three
> right this moment.
> We just had a close call with fire here. V smelled smoke, we thought,
> "hey, someone's got a fireplace goin'" she went out into the hallway to
> a casual look-see, then within about 30 seconds V came running back inside
> to grab the phone and call 911 to report the now raging fire in our
> between our building and the one next door. The flames were almost up to
> 6th floor in just seconds really, and exploded a window into one of the
> apartments on the ground floor. All we can figure is that someone must
> thrown a still lit cigerette out the hallway window or an apartment window
> into the almost one story tall heap of matresses and other assorted
> out there. I spent a few minutes racing around the apartment trying to
> our many cats into carriers but thank god the fire department showed up as
> fast as they did after V called, and put out the fire before the actual
> building itself caught blaze. I wasn't leaving until I got all the cats,
> didn't want to anyway, but had only managed to get 6 of the 10 into
> bags/carriers/boxes/etc before V came in and let me know the FD had the
> flames under control. Of course, asking one of the cops downstairs if
> knew yet how it started got me a dead-eyed stare and then the fucker
> his back on me.
> What an asshole.
> Anyway, other than for the many cuts and gouges in my flesh from
> frightened kitties, we are all ok, if a bit oversmoked, and not the good
> kind of oversmoked either.
> Plus, I almost only owned the buttless pair of pants I was wearing
> the fire started.
> That wouldn't have been cool.
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