hello, my name is: irony

Jul 22, 2005 16:59

I was waiting for the bus at my corner. As I peered down the street, ignoring that a-watched-pot-boiling thing, a huge plume of smoke rises from the sides of buildings. It's a cloud big enough to be spotted easily from the twelve or so blocks away that I was. I couldn't be bothered enough, though, to find out what it was about as my bus pulled up and I got on. I had some serious partying to get to.

Later, I spoke to a neighborhood friend, and as it turns out a fire truck caught fire.
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