dennilfloss
Past Lifer 1957-2014 In Memoriam
Just had another fire alarm originating in the apartment 20' from mine on the other side of the hallway. New neighbour who moved in about a month ago. It's like the third time. This time the apartment alarm (but not the central alarm) was blaring and we were banging on the door, someone knew the dude was inside (could see him in the window from outdoors) but he would not answer. Firemen came and he would not answer even when they threatened to break in. One fireman actually accessed his apartment through the window and opened the door from the inside.
Turns out the guy had spaghetti burning in a pan with all 4 elements on the gas oven going full blast according the fire chief. He was totally out of it. Said he was on Oxycontin then denied it a minute later. When asked repeatedly what his name was, he'd give a different answer each time. Ditto when asked how many pills he took, said one, said three, etc... According to the firemen, he also had drunk alcohol with the Oxy. Police were interviewing him and he made no sense. Paramedics just came in, assessed him and he's gone to the hospital. The gas has been cut off in his apartment and we, immediate neighbours were given a number to call for the city's office in charge of this building and express our concern. The fire chief said the dude is dangerous. It may not be charitable but we want this fellow out of here. We just don't feel safe. One day he's gonna burn the place down.
Paramedics asked him if he had back pain, cancer, and other illnesses, he kept saying no. He doesn't seem to have a prescription for the pills or was too out of it to remember. Police said he probably got the pills on the street.
Guy looks in his late fifties, quite discheveled and emaciated. Looks like Harry Dean Stanton with shoulder-length hair. My guess is life hasn't been kind to him but I think he's not safe for others or even himself and should be placed in an institution, at least for a while.
This is subsidized housing but it was much nicer 12 years ago before so much drug appeared in the neighborhood and started messing up the local folk.
I am scared of fire. When I was 3 & 4 years old, fire burned the apartment upstairs and our too the next year. The giy was making his own shoe glue. The earliest memory I still remember vividly is being carried downstairs in the arms of a fireman, with smoke around and then watching our building burn from my aunt's place.
We had a fire here in 2000 at the end of a corridor when an immigrant who was unfamiliar with oven tried to cook a chicken by placing it directly on the grill in the oven, no pan to catch the grease. The oven caught fire and I had to ruch out with my cats in cages through thick black smoke as the oven paint burned. I had soot in my nostrils for a few days. The building has false alarms every month. Fire chief says it's their busiest place.
Turns out the guy had spaghetti burning in a pan with all 4 elements on the gas oven going full blast according the fire chief. He was totally out of it. Said he was on Oxycontin then denied it a minute later. When asked repeatedly what his name was, he'd give a different answer each time. Ditto when asked how many pills he took, said one, said three, etc... According to the firemen, he also had drunk alcohol with the Oxy. Police were interviewing him and he made no sense. Paramedics just came in, assessed him and he's gone to the hospital. The gas has been cut off in his apartment and we, immediate neighbours were given a number to call for the city's office in charge of this building and express our concern. The fire chief said the dude is dangerous. It may not be charitable but we want this fellow out of here. We just don't feel safe. One day he's gonna burn the place down.
Paramedics asked him if he had back pain, cancer, and other illnesses, he kept saying no. He doesn't seem to have a prescription for the pills or was too out of it to remember. Police said he probably got the pills on the street.
Guy looks in his late fifties, quite discheveled and emaciated. Looks like Harry Dean Stanton with shoulder-length hair. My guess is life hasn't been kind to him but I think he's not safe for others or even himself and should be placed in an institution, at least for a while.
This is subsidized housing but it was much nicer 12 years ago before so much drug appeared in the neighborhood and started messing up the local folk.
I am scared of fire. When I was 3 & 4 years old, fire burned the apartment upstairs and our too the next year. The giy was making his own shoe glue. The earliest memory I still remember vividly is being carried downstairs in the arms of a fireman, with smoke around and then watching our building burn from my aunt's place.
We had a fire here in 2000 at the end of a corridor when an immigrant who was unfamiliar with oven tried to cook a chicken by placing it directly on the grill in the oven, no pan to catch the grease. The oven caught fire and I had to ruch out with my cats in cages through thick black smoke as the oven paint burned. I had soot in my nostrils for a few days. The building has false alarms every month. Fire chief says it's their busiest place.
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