episode 2.

it's 9:30 am on a saturday.

i can't sleep and it's not because of love troubles or having to work...

it's because new generation sushi, the restaurant one door down below, is trying to kill us.

almost a year ago, to this day, we had a major fire at the 495.

the cause: unknown, but new generation was to blame.

this morning... episode two was on the verge of beginning, when i heard those familiar sirens beneath my head.
the cause: a pot on a fucking stove.

i grabbed my stuff like a pro, in order of importance because judging by the smoke, i had enough time. but you should never have to call yourself a fire expert.

you should never have to go through this twice, let alone once. it's somewhat traumatic.

way to make me feel safe in my home, new generation. i don't care how good your california rolls are, you'll be hearing from a few tenants who are VERY concerned with your intelligence.

fire=dangerous! fuck tard!

i will forever sleep with my emergency backpack by my side.