-->Similar to the Smell of Napalm in the Morning<--

I was at some friends' house helping them drink a couple bottles of wine. Later, while I was walking home dreaming about the giant slice of pizza I was going to buy in Adams-Morgan. About four blocks from the fire I smelt burning plastic. The smell got stronger and I ran down the street after the firetrucks.

No one was seriously injured. I overheard one of the firemen saying that someone had a couple broken ribs, that's it. They had the flames out in a matter of minutes. But there was one guy there who was pretty traumatized. Everything he had was burnt up in the fire.

[Yuck! I wish the greasy pizza I ate at Pizza Mart had burnt up in the fire.]