Fire (WE'RE OKAY)
WARNING: The following 'story' has some language, and its 2:30am. Though, all events, to my knowledge, did take place on the morning of April 23, 2010.
I went to sleep at approximately 1:00am, only to be woken up about 30 minutes later by my room-mate: "Wes, you're going to want to fucking wake up, there's a huge fucking fire at the bottom of the hill." Eyes half-opened, I look at him as if he's crazy. "Seriously man, wake the fuck up."
Then I realize.
It's probably time I wake up, 1:30am.
So I jump out of bed, put some pants on and ran outside. Lo-and-behold, at the bottom of our hill a house was on fire. The last time I saw a house on fire, the whole neighborhood went up in flames (Tea Fire 2008). So I ran back into the house, made sure everyone was awake and packed up some quick essentials and stuffed them into my car.
I went back outside, and firetrucks had begun showing up on the scene. 1:45am.
Luckily, there was no wind tonight. None from the ocean, none from the mountains. Quite a different scene than that November evening in 2008.
2:28am. The fire has significantly subsided and none of the surrounding trees/brush is on fire. Of course, the house suffered a different fate, and is likely destroyed. My sympathies to those who have to bear the brunt force of this destruction.
Wes Hargrove
PS: I can only imagine the look on my Mom and Laura's face when they read this: "OK, you're moving home tomorrow."
