fire!

a fire burned in his kitchen, and all i could do was listen over the phone. i thought, "don't put water on it," but i didn't say it out loud because i wasn't sure what was going on. i probably should have said it out loud. all i heard was, "oh my gosh. oh my gosh," and some clanking. his life flashed before my eyes. well, no it didn't. his apartment flashed before my eyes. flash fire that is. i didn't think he would die, but i certainly did not want his home to burn. then his smoke alarm went off.

i couldn't tell exactly when the fire went out, but after it was clear that there were no more flames, i had to laugh. i really wasn't trying to be insensitive. yes, it was a laugh of relief, but also— it was just so bizarre and funny. i mean, spontaneous combustion of his food? and then there was the image of him walking about his kitchen/apartment with a flaming pan in his hand, unsure of what to do.

in any case, it went out, and nothing was burned except for the label on a bottle of dish soap. i am so glad.

but i'm still laughing. so is he.

i wonder if he still has his eyebrows and arm hairs.