quasify

When I left at 7:30 for tonight’s WMBR gig (Drug Rug, rocked), my building smelled like smoke.

When I got home at 11:00, it still smelled like smoke.

When I just took the dog for a walk at 1:00am, still again.

I don’t know why this is exactly, so this will have to suffice as a thoroughly inadequate goodbye note on the 8% (est) probability that dog & I will burn alive tonight.

ps. D, your house was engulfed in the smell of lasagna, which made no sense whatsoever but was extremely pleasant.