Fire in the building, trapped in my bedroom with the Loose Goose, Dan, and TDW, talking to firemen from the window, thinking about the wall of black smoke hovering outside the front door, debating the fate of our apartment, and wondering if we'd have to ride down on the fire department's extremely competent-looking ladder. Yet this one went to Man, in the ongoing battle between Man and Flaming Mattresses In the Hallway, and we were ultimately a tinge disappointed when we were saved the decidedly thrilling looking ladder-ride, and merely escorted down the stairwell by a couple of anonymous, oxygen-masked, flame-resistant figures who illuminated the charred, damp, cavernous stairwell with the blue lights of their masks, and breathed in and out conspicuously, like Darth Vader. Those who gripped the railing noticed how warm it was, and when we were outside, we realized our fingertips were coated in ash.
So that was mighty exciting. Before that happened this evening was just any other evening. Lucy was having a date in the kitchen, paper-writing was creeping around the corner, and I was just sitting zombielike behind my desk, drinking Red Bull and and eating Brazilian nuts! So how about that!
Also, British rap? What?
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I was just listening to some British rap - Klashnekoff. Outfit from South London, little fella with some good wordplay.
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