Kyle B, I apologize for the month's delay. Hopefully you wrote this update off, and now it's a great surprise. SUPPLIES!
The brightest light I had ever seen, blinding me to the point where I thought for sure, this was the end. Disoriented from the topsy-turvy ride I had just gone through- hell's roller coaster-wasn't helping my situation. After 10 minutes I lost my head.
I'll start from the beginning. I don't know the exact moment of realization, but at some point everybody seemed aware that we were in a nice, comfortable environment, enjoying the stability and cool temperatures on a relatively hot summer day. There was a slight din in the background, like being inside while your neighbor has a backyard party. As it were, there was a party going on, and I had intentions of attending. What else would I do on a Saturday afternoon? The apartment complex had a nice mix, there were all sorts on our block. Between the guy's next door, (porters, at the local hotel if I recall) and the hipster-indie kids across the way, we had a regular ole' melting pot. I had ambitions to pick up the blonde 2 floors down on the way to the party, but the best laid plans can change in a heartbeat. I've never experienced an earthquake, but I imagine it would feel like this. The whole apartment seemed to fall off the top floor and smash on the street. The strangest, smoothest rumbles seemed to follow, just for a short minute before the aftershocks. Another violent wave of shakes followed, all capped off by the chimney blowing up.
It was cold. Cold, dark and crowded. Everyone was bumping into each other, and it was so loud you couldn't hear yourself think. Everybody was soaked through and through, but that seemed to be the last thing on everybody's mind. If you've ever seen Star Wars, and that scene where the heros end up in a trash compactor, you can understand the phrase out of the frying pan into the fire. If the earthquake wasn't bad enough, it was pretty clear the floor was dropping out from under us. As imminent doom approached, it was clear the bottom wasn't dropping out, it was dropping IN.
The brightest light I had ever seen, blinding me to the point where I thought for sure, this was the end. Disorientation from the topsy-turvy ride I had just gone through- hell's roller coaster-wasn't helping my situation. After 10 minutes I lost my head.
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