sixtyandaquarter
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Wow, I'm fairly appalled with my neighbors right now.
It's about 4 am I'd say, over an hour and a half ago abouts. And I'm in the basement and I'm eating left over Chinese food. I hear a car honk, and think nothing of it. Cars honk all the time. It honks again and I'm thinking to yell out the window about how it's 4 am in the god damn morning. My dog barks, and the car honks again, and I happened to finish my food when suddenly the horn goes on, and whoever is pressing it is holding it down for some time. So I'm thinking at first really disgruntled person waiting to pick someone up - till I remember it's 4am in the morning, you really only do that when your trying to get attention.
I run upstairs, yell at my dog to shut the fuck up - it's 4am I tell her, and open the door to look out the window and see the car, parked right infront of my house. Now my neighbors trashcans are on fire. So I go "Fuck, the faggots lighting a fire until I realize ... err... that's not just the trashcan, that's the FUCKING CAR on fire.
So I race my shoes on and run outside, it's got a nice drizzle going. And I grab the hose and turn it on and run over as the guys yelling about how if his car was on fire or his house was on fire he might actually give a shit - a nice little ploy for attention in a somewhat cynical way, when I almost spray him with the hose - which isn't nozzled, I'm using my thumb. Eventually he takes the hose, so I can turn the water up higher. We get the garbage out, which the can btw is practically melted to the fucking asphalt now.
Firemen eventually come, we back off, I turn the hose off. I thank the guy for honking the horn, he gives the usual "If we can't look out for each other" business. While this was going on I mentioned how it looked like the trashcan went on fire, maybe a cigarette that wasn't all the way out. He says no, the dashboard was up when he got there, and it spread. So someone put the fucking car on fire.
I didn't notice, but a neighbor who came out when the firemen were there did and told me how he had a spotlight in his car which I either didn't pay no mind to or didn't see, and he flashed his badge to the fireman, which made me laugh because that means he's a detective and I am completely shocked I didn't know. I can usually pick up these oh-so-obvious signs, if not the more subtle ones.
So yeah.
Anyway the car, no one knows who owns it. No one came out and said anything. While I'm out there with this detective putting out the fire, I see shadows from my neighbors, the windows and all. I heard a few doors open, but really didn't look as I'm trying to put out a fire that's all across this car's hood, and all I can think about is in the movies where the car goes boom as the spark hits the gas tank and people go flying through the air. I actually laughed at that image.
NO ONE came out. NO ONE helped.
I'm not even sure if many of them called the fireman, I know my family did but the fireman were speaking about how they were half expecting a prank - so I assume few people called this rainy Wednesday night - err early Thursday morning.
Point is, a fire across a cars hood, and a trashcan burnt to the ground and a 2nd up in smoke next to several large bushes on the curb. Not one fucking person outside of me actually got the fuck out of their house. Granted this guy did most of the spraying with the hose as I fiddled with the 2nd hose I couldn't actually get going, but still.
I'm fucking pissed off at these fuckers who looked out their windows, and opened their front doors, and went the fuck inside. More so at the 20 fucking dicks who came out to look at the car after the firemen ripped the thing apart to douse every possible part and then left.
I'm going to be disliked but fuck em. I went in the house yelling loud enough to wake any fuckers still asleep or might've gone back to sleep - even with air conditioners on "Don't worry peoples- when your houses are on fire I'll try to put it out while the rest of you have some popcorn and enjoy the show. Ganite!"
How the fuck are you going to watch someone spraying a fucking fire and not do shit, worse go the fuck back inside? Maybe I'm different because I actually took a firefighter exam, and shit but still!
btw it reignited twice with the fireman spraying - so it caught some ignitable fluid in the car and it spread to the backseat, which as you know is fucking NEAR THE GAS FUCKING BOOM SHIT >:\
FUCK
I've half a mind to start moving. Fuck this shit. If I'm on fire I want to live somewhere where someone'll at least fucking piss me out at least >:\
It's about 4 am I'd say, over an hour and a half ago abouts. And I'm in the basement and I'm eating left over Chinese food. I hear a car honk, and think nothing of it. Cars honk all the time. It honks again and I'm thinking to yell out the window about how it's 4 am in the god damn morning. My dog barks, and the car honks again, and I happened to finish my food when suddenly the horn goes on, and whoever is pressing it is holding it down for some time. So I'm thinking at first really disgruntled person waiting to pick someone up - till I remember it's 4am in the morning, you really only do that when your trying to get attention.
I run upstairs, yell at my dog to shut the fuck up - it's 4am I tell her, and open the door to look out the window and see the car, parked right infront of my house. Now my neighbors trashcans are on fire. So I go "Fuck, the faggots lighting a fire until I realize ... err... that's not just the trashcan, that's the FUCKING CAR on fire.
So I race my shoes on and run outside, it's got a nice drizzle going. And I grab the hose and turn it on and run over as the guys yelling about how if his car was on fire or his house was on fire he might actually give a shit - a nice little ploy for attention in a somewhat cynical way, when I almost spray him with the hose - which isn't nozzled, I'm using my thumb. Eventually he takes the hose, so I can turn the water up higher. We get the garbage out, which the can btw is practically melted to the fucking asphalt now.
Firemen eventually come, we back off, I turn the hose off. I thank the guy for honking the horn, he gives the usual "If we can't look out for each other" business. While this was going on I mentioned how it looked like the trashcan went on fire, maybe a cigarette that wasn't all the way out. He says no, the dashboard was up when he got there, and it spread. So someone put the fucking car on fire.
I didn't notice, but a neighbor who came out when the firemen were there did and told me how he had a spotlight in his car which I either didn't pay no mind to or didn't see, and he flashed his badge to the fireman, which made me laugh because that means he's a detective and I am completely shocked I didn't know. I can usually pick up these oh-so-obvious signs, if not the more subtle ones.
So yeah.
Anyway the car, no one knows who owns it. No one came out and said anything. While I'm out there with this detective putting out the fire, I see shadows from my neighbors, the windows and all. I heard a few doors open, but really didn't look as I'm trying to put out a fire that's all across this car's hood, and all I can think about is in the movies where the car goes boom as the spark hits the gas tank and people go flying through the air. I actually laughed at that image.
NO ONE came out. NO ONE helped.
I'm not even sure if many of them called the fireman, I know my family did but the fireman were speaking about how they were half expecting a prank - so I assume few people called this rainy Wednesday night - err early Thursday morning.
Point is, a fire across a cars hood, and a trashcan burnt to the ground and a 2nd up in smoke next to several large bushes on the curb. Not one fucking person outside of me actually got the fuck out of their house. Granted this guy did most of the spraying with the hose as I fiddled with the 2nd hose I couldn't actually get going, but still.
I'm fucking pissed off at these fuckers who looked out their windows, and opened their front doors, and went the fuck inside. More so at the 20 fucking dicks who came out to look at the car after the firemen ripped the thing apart to douse every possible part and then left.
I'm going to be disliked but fuck em. I went in the house yelling loud enough to wake any fuckers still asleep or might've gone back to sleep - even with air conditioners on "Don't worry peoples- when your houses are on fire I'll try to put it out while the rest of you have some popcorn and enjoy the show. Ganite!"
How the fuck are you going to watch someone spraying a fucking fire and not do shit, worse go the fuck back inside? Maybe I'm different because I actually took a firefighter exam, and shit but still!
btw it reignited twice with the fireman spraying - so it caught some ignitable fluid in the car and it spread to the backseat, which as you know is fucking NEAR THE GAS FUCKING BOOM SHIT >:\
FUCK
I've half a mind to start moving. Fuck this shit. If I'm on fire I want to live somewhere where someone'll at least fucking piss me out at least >:\