Inferno

          I was leaving, leaving Creative Movement's pole dancing class. Wiping the sweat off my brow, I watch a guy pull up in front of the carnival. What was his name again? DREXEL! That's it...i think. I wave, but he doesn't see. He doesnt even park, he just drives off into the night. Shrugging it off. I see why he drove off. There was a FIRE! HOLY SHIT! I dig out my cellphone, and dial 911. Hopefully the ambulance and firetruck(s) shows up soon. Because the smoke was already suffocating, and i just got to Finch Pointe's entrance. I rush inside, my eyes welling up with tears. In my apartment, my thoughts slip back to what that clown said. I repeat it, over and over again. Still yet to find an translation.