- the back yard reeks of ash.

- the forest out back is on fire, and it's all my fault. well, in a manner of speaking. see, god's got crummy aim. for the past few years, doesn't matter where i've worked or where i've lived, i've been driving home towards ground zero.

- from century and santa anita, i'd drive home towards the fires above chatsworth. from paseo and glendale, i'd drive home towards the fires in sylmar. and now i'm driving home towrds the angeles nat'l forest. the almighty needs to adjust his sight, he's consistently off by a zip code or two.

- the fire and brimstone thing seems to keep hitting more sorry sinners than i, but i'm stuck with having to replace my engine's air filter over and over. perhaps the supreme being is getting kickbacks from fram.