Asswipe wasn't successful in completely burning the building down - the alarms worked perfectly - but some residents lost everything. I was sort of lucky in that the fire didn't make it to my apartment, but it suffered lots of water and smoke damage. Fortunately, though, most sentimental things like photo albums etc. didn't get damaged too badly; mostly electronic stuff like the TV and the stereo are probably hosed. The living room got the brunt of the damage; one couch was completely trashed (guess whose couch I'm talking about, Rohn?) and my love seat is, well, not so conducive to romance anymore, as the nice off-white color is now off-black with off-white stripes. I had renter's insurance, which will replace everything I lost. Get fire insurance - it's cheap.
Hrm, I was gonna write some more, but this self-aggrandizing fire page already has enough "me me me" in it. Besides, those of you who feel like you have to read this introduction before getting to the fire pix out of respect for my loss, are probably fidgeting like hell right now, barely even reading what I write, so anxious are you to get to the good stuff. And frankly, I'd *like* to write up the remainder of my impressions of everything that went on, but I want to get to the fire pix too.
Oh, if you're wondering if they've caught Asswipe, they haven't, and sad to say they may not :-( The most positive spin I can put on everything is that I was thinking about moving anyway; Asswipe just made the decision for me.
OK, here come the pix. Take a virtual tour of SteQve's Apartment Fire.