Wednesday, October 27, 2010



My apartment building set fire last night around 2 a.m. I woke up to a fire alarm and peeped down the hallway through the peephole. The hallway looked clean and clear and unassuming and false-alarm-like. Then I went to the bathroom. While in the bathroom, someone pounded (kicked?) on my door and yelled at me to get out. I peeped down the hallway again. This time it was filled with smoke. I grabbed my camera, my coat, and my pajama pants and held my breath. Outside I met all my shivery neighbors for a while. They seemed nice. We're not supposed to have cats, but some of them have cats.

8 comments:

Phill said...

Oh, holy crap, dude. I'm glad you're OK. Is your apartment OK?

DJ Berndt said...

Whoa, that's awful. I'm glad you are all right.

ML said...

everything in-tact?

Zachary Schomburg said...

Thanks for the concern. Everything, and everyone, is in tact, yes. Just a little smoke damage. It was fun to see everyone out on the street--these strange faces from the mail room and the hallway. It was like we were having a little meet-n-greet pot luck, but with more cats in boxes.

rodney k said...

Wow. Weird to think I'd just seen you like, 3 hours before. Glad it wasn't the last time, & that you're O.K.

rebecca aaren said...

I'm glad there wasn't any real damage. I remember when someone burned popcorn bad enough once to set off the fire alarms in my old building. Firetrucks came. Our building was connected to a monastery. It was funny to stand outside and watch all these priests pour out into the street in pajamas in the snow.

britni said...
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britni said...

but some of them have cats