I Just Follow Excitement Around

I have a remarkable talent of wandering past scenes of excitement just after an event has occurred. I drove by the sight of one of Columbia's rare shooting while the ambulance was still in the parking lot of the Fuzzy Duck. Kelly and I were walking back to her apartment and outside of a pub on the way there were something like four police cars, two ambulances, a sobbing woman, and a bunch of people just standing around. Someone said something about a stabbing. Kelly assures me that this isn't normal for her neighbor.

And then I was in downtown Manhattan as the building caught on fire. I saw a man with a journalist quality camera standing on a corner looking up and thought -- hey, maybe I should look up. So I did. And then I took these pictures which, according to Kelly, makes me a sick person. She may be right in a way. It's fortunate that the building was already abandoned and in the process of being torn down -- it's tragic, however, that two firefighters died and five others were injured.