Monday, November 05, 2007

Oh, What A Tangled Web...

Fire's out but I can still smell the smoke. It permeates the air, my clothes will need to be washed and I'll need someone to look at these burns. My house is gone. Smoldering ruins. My pets are nowhere to be found. I'll miss them dearly. All of my possessions, the comic books, my passport, TV and computers are blackened husks. Not so important I guess, but all of that will be hard to replace.

Today's my first day of starting from scratch and so far...

This poem is all I own.

6 comments:

Peter Gasston said...

REALLY? Holy fuck! This isn't one of your jokes is it? Oh wow. Crap.

dvl said...

holy craaaaap!!! i had no idea you were in the path of the recent fires!! i'm so sorry... kev, where are you staying? come up to helLA, get drunk with us and pass out on our couch... we make really good breakfast. srsly.

Grampa said...

"It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything."

Gerri said...

Whoa. I'm so sorry. If you need anything, message me.

Gerri said...

Sorry, this is Champ Superstar.

Lisa said...

Oh my god.
I can't believe I missed this...and...there are no words.....your comic books! your passport! oh, jesus.

--former bored house (former)wife.