So I'm sitting here at my computer this morning having the last smoke in my pack and debating if it'll be my last smoke period...I need to quit.
I put out the smoke thinking it was the last one.

I don't think much of the cops that just went flying up the street and the volunteer firemen on the way to the station going in the other direction.
A minute or two later I smell some funky smoke so I reach over to the ash tray and start doing a better job of crushing out the butt. But the more I look...the less I think the butt was still smouldering.
So I reach over to the curtain and pull it aside...and I can't see out the window...looks like the view out a plane window when you're going through clouds.
I realize it's not a smouldering butt...so I throw on shoes and coat and head out.
I start walking towards town and can barely see



I turn the corner




Yup...the store in town where I buy my smokes...is ON FIRE!


I wouldn't want this guy's job!


I think they shoulda waited for the guy to climb down the ladder before turning on the BIG hose!


a cool shot (imnsho)


And the rest:





So...was that fates way of telling me I really should quit smoking today?