I woke up this morning and looked outside my window. The sky was orange.
Orange.
Then, I thought, "Wow, this pushing back an hour thing really screwed up my sleeping schedule." I look outside my window and the sky is black and orange...I suppose the weather's way to wish us Happy Halloween?
Turn on the television:
Southern California, more specifically San Diego, is on fire.
I ended up having a deja vu experience-- I just watched the television for like 8,000 hours like I did when I was in Brooklyn during the 9-11 fiasco. I didn't think I would have to go through a constant news thing like this AGAIN.
My family was hungry, so I volunteered to go get us some chicken.
Driving on the freeway was a bizarre experience. You see, most of the fires are mostly north of us (about 10 to 15 minutes north) and the chicken place is north. The more north I got, the blacker the sky got.
And it was raining ashes.
Everyone's car was rolled up because the stink of burning, uh,something was permeating in the air.
So I go through the drive-through to get my chicken (I hate it when they spell it drive-thru) and the guy in front of me says 'It's the end of the world! It's raining ashes!'
I guess him saying that, especially with the sky all black and stuff, it really freaked me out.
I wonder if it IS the end of the world? I mean, that would be unfair to me goddamnit. I haven't even had sex yet! (okay, I have, but don't I get one last mercy fuck before the end?) I still have to make my first film! I still have to sky-dive! I still have to have a make-out session in the backseat of a car!!!
Anyway, so I'm driving back home and on the freeway are all these people with trucks and vans--with all their worldly possessions. Weirdly enough, there was a lot of people with horses.
They ordered everyone to evacuate (we're still okay. The fire near us is "low priority" but my dad was like 'We're low priority, eh? I guess our fire will receive some status when somebody burns to death' p.s. long story short, if you think I'm sarcastic and/or hilarious-- you should meet my dad. King of dry humor), all firemen that are off-duty are told to report to station #28, and there's the concern of us running out of water. Sheesh.
I wonder if I have to go to work today?
I once read this short story about a little girl [if this short story sounds familiar to ANYONE, could you tell me what it is? I can't seem to find it and I LOVE it], I think her named was Margaret, and if I remember correctly, she lived on Mars...or was it Venus?
Anyway, the story is, all the humans evacuated Earth because we humans destroyed it.
So, on Mars or Venus or whatever, this group of school children are celebrating the reemergence of the sun. It comes out every 7 years or something. Otherwise, it just rains, rains, rains, and rains.
Margaret was this little girl with glasses who was teased mercilessly and the other school children decided to play a prank on her.
So just when the sun was about to come out, the other school children lock her in a closet. She cried and cried (those bastards!). Then when she got out, she missed the sun. God, I loved this story. I think it was the first short story I read (I was about 7 or 8..it was in third grade) where it didn't have the usual happy ending.
The reason I bring up this short story is because, the way the sky looked today is how imagine their world looked. Black and Orange.
Anyway, wish us southern californians/san diegans some luck. I having a feeling this is going to fuck us over.
Well, at least our governor wasn't an ex-wrestler...right?
