As most people know from my recent song:

The building in which I've lived in for 6 months last February, caught on fire the Saturday before this one.

My building was notorious for prank fire alarms and I mistakenly assumed that it was one of those. Until I heard over the loudspeaker "Fire on 5th floor, everyone evacuate your units." Taking no chances I grabbed the dog I was looking after and ran like hell for the stairs. I was on the second floor on that building so the fire was not even close to us. There was no smoke or smell in the hallway until I reached the stairwell. Now bear in mind, I go to the countryside sometimes, I been around many firepits and roasted many marshmallows, I know the smell of burning wood when I smelled it. When I reached the stairwell, I smelled the burning wood and ran faster with the dog. We were on the sidewalk at the front of the building.

Two balconies on the fifth floor were on fire. A man jumped from his balcony to the lower one to escape the flames. The firefighters came just in time to put it out, the rest of us were forced to stay outside for 4 - 5 hours straight while the smoke cleared an the fire marshal made his assessment. People were getting impatient, the news came on scene. I got interviewed 3 times by three news stations because I saw all this stuff going on.

Then I find out one person died, 4 were injured, someone I know is currently in a coma because of smoke inhalation. Arguments have started over what started the fire with some saying it could have been a meth lab. The people on five are sequestered in hotels until their floor is restored.

The whole sequence of events took a lot of weed and booze for me to get over. Mainly to celebrate surviving danger and saving a life while doing so.

That being said, things have been going back to normal. Repairs on that floor have been made, water damage has been reversed and to top it off a lot of people now have plenty stories to tell.