I go out with my friend Michael to talk. In the meantime my dad and his girlfriend try to burn down my apartment. Well, maybe not so much, but when they tried to start a fire in the fireplace, the damper didn’t suck up the smoke and ended up filling the apartment and the hallway, setting off the alarm. The fire department was called, and so was I by two panicking people in the middle of dinner at Morton’s. It ended up being just a bit of smoke and the fire department left shortly after. It helped bring a little humor to the next few days and take my mind off things. I start to think that maybe God has a sense of humor through all of this after all.