4) Bushwick Burning

So last night I woke up to a male voice in my room saying something along the lines of, "Jesse milkshake turning, say it, Jesse apricot!" I woke up a little, said "What?" and found the silhouette of SSS telling me there was a fire. Two fires, in a sense, because two cars in front of our apartment were engulfed in flames.

So I said "That sure is something, SSS" and tried to go back to sleep. No dice, turns out him and A were "concerned" that the cars would "blow up" and wanted us to "evacuate the apartment." Oh man, I felt so tired. At first I tried to crawl back in bed but something, more guilt than fear, made me at least go inspect the scene from A's window. Yeppers, there was a minivan and a Volvo, both with flames shooting up many feet in the air. I could feel the heat through the window.

I still wanted to go back to bed, but I knew someone would be inside within minutes to cruelly make me stay awake. So I stood in the kitchen with my eyes closed, waiting for more commotion. Sure enough, A and SSS came back in, eyes open and full of burning car energy. They had talked to the fire department, who said there was no need to evacuate the building.

Oh yeah, then our neighbor from across the hall, who locked himself out when he ran outside to grab a photo of the flames, asked if he could get into his apartment through our back window. He zipped through our kitchen and out the window like a cat burglar, while I begged SSS to tell me, "When is all this going to be over?"

Finally I went to sleep again and dreamed of flamy things. I hope they move the charred wrecks from the street before my mom comes to visit tomorrow.