this is neat, kind of.

Welcom to Crispy's

Here's the fire tale told from a more intimate perspective.

I was listening to Animal Collective and making a femmy arts and crafts project, when suddenly, a very hysterical, and probably drunk and stoned male who stood about 8 inches taller than myself came banging on the door and screaming "I'm not fucking kidding the house is on fire! Get out of there!". If you ever hear these words yourself you'll know the terror I felt as I looked around my now smoke filled entryway and thought "If I had to save one thing I owned what would it be?". I don't technically "own" Angela but for some reason I felt responsible for waking her up and getting her out of the house. Unfortunately she was scantily clad, as she was sleeping at this time. This detail may not seem important to you, but it proved to be a small battle finding all of her gear and getting her dressed. Well, I didn't get her dressed, but, yeah. So I grabbed my computer and a bunch of shirts {you pretty much use your shirts everyday right? (and they cost like $3 a peice so thats like the second most expensive thing in my house, my shirts)}; and went outside.

It really did look like the whole house was going down. I think it would have if the Bozeman fire department wasn't literally 100 yards away. Our neighbor didn't even call them, he just ran across the street. So pretty much by the time I was outside there were shit tons of lights and hoses and cops and panicked neighbors and drunk dudes walking by. Luckily the blaze was "contained" as our blond friend kept informing us. We proceeded to stand in the parking lot for an hour while the firefighters apparently jumped on Fletcher's bed with their muddy boots (and possibly enjoyed a cigar). Our blond friend told us it was a kitchen fire, but I think there was foul play, since his drunk and stoned roommate hid in a car the entire time, and when the cops found him, insisted that he had nothing to do with the fire.

Fortunately, my job interview wasn't until 10:00 in the morning, which gave me like 7 hours to finish my femmy art project. Procrastination on lock. I slept for three hours in order to look fresh for the interview, which my interviewer didn't show up for.

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