Yeah I'm okay it was a very jarring experience. My neighbor called me and I ignored the call because I was getting prepared for work. She instantly called back and I decided to pick up. She told me to get out of my house because the woods behind my yard were on fire and it was quickly spreading to my backyard. I ran out and her husband was out there fighting flames with a garden hose that he connected to a neighbors spigot. Nicole was on the phone with 911, frantic. The closest firehouse is about 7 miles away and seeing the flames approach my house so quickly I knew there was no way they would be here in time. I hooked up a hose and did what I could as the fire got closer and closer. It was probably about 5 feet from my shed and 15 feet from my house, and all that was in between was dry brush that was going up in flames like crazy easy. Miraculously a firetruck happened to be right down the street at the elementary school and one of the firefighters saw the smoke billowing towards the sky. They jumped in the truck and hunted down the source as quickly as they could. It came plowing up my driveway and through the small field next to my house and the went at the fire for about 15 minutes and finally got it out. Luckily the wind was blowing in our favor but it was still inevitably going to reach my house if not for them seeing it and coming as quickly as they could. The 10-15 minutes it would have taken them to get here from the firehouse I would imagine my entire roof would be on fire.
I'm still pretty shaken up from the whole experience but I do have some damn good neighbors and that fireman seemed angelic to me. Our house is currently uninsured, or at least it was while the fire was going. Nicole signed up for some house insurance while I was at work, it was foolish ever to not having the house insurance on the house and that was definitely an eye opening experience.
Strange part was that I saw a kid walking with his bike back beyond my backyard. Usually people don't walk that close to my property line and I remember thinking to myself how much it would suck if he was back there doing something mischievous like starting fires. 20 minutes later I get the frantic call from the neighbor. And the fireman said it was most likely started by a cigarette. Imagine if even after quitting cigarettes they still managed to kill me anyway.
A very odd series of events, especially with the odd intuition I had towards a fire happening. I'm glad it's over but I'm going to be so paranoid from now on about fires, especially when I'm not at home, which is always something I stress out about when no one is home anyway.
A property fire isn't really something I would joke around about to be honest. The woods are pretty mangled up back there and still pretty smelly. I'm just glad it didn't reach my actual house. The plants will grow back, houses tend to not grow back.
your property is on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
and the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
and a dark wind blows
the government is corrupt
and we're on so many drugs
with the radio on and the curtains drawn
we're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
and the machine is bleeding to death
the sun has fallen down
and the billboards are all leering
and the flags are all dead at the top of their poles
it went like this:
the buildings tumbled in on themselves
mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble
and pulled out their hair
the skyline was beautiful on fire
all twisted metal stretching upwards
everything washed in a thin orange haze
i said: "kiss me, you're beautiful -
these are truly the last days"
you grabbed my hand and we fell into it
like a daydream or a fever
we woke up one morning and fell a little further down -
for sure it's the valley of death
i open up my wallet
and it's full of blood
