Post by Luigi on Jan 6, 2004 16:42:32 GMT -5
Various Random Volunteers write about theirthoughts the day of the fire. Guess who they are.
I was about to put a cheap joke in the title about er...well, it wasn't a funny joke, wasn't a nice joke, and I'm gonna burn in hell. Anyway..
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...I look back on the day late at night, sometimes. Some things bring on the memory: a sharp tooth of a snake that is kept in the far corner of my room, when the train I am on is filled with enemies and I must find away to safely get out using nothing but a shoelace and a tuba. When I am reading a good, informative book or when I am making sphaghetti with punctenessa sauce and I turn the stove on, and then the fire appears...
...Me watch the children? I would have never volunteered. I have volunteered to train apes, I have volunteered to clean toilets in Time Square, I have volunteered to try to fight some evil in the world--an impossible thing, of course, but we must fight what we can. But I would never have volunteered to watch the children. M did, H did, J did, P did--P, of course, could not watch them himself, but he enrolled them into the school. But I would not, could not, for various reasons...Olaf got them before M, H or J did, and I wonder if he hadn't tricked the banker the Baudelaire's life would be less miserable...
...I had just found a safe place to hide from the lions when I saw a crow on the window of the VFD shack I was hiding in. It was undoubtedly a VFD crow and it had a piece of paper in its claws---few crows know to pick up papers and give them to people. ... It was a napkin from a restauraunt with small pictures of fish decorating it. ...It said, not in so many words, however, "The B's mansion burned down. Come to the headquarters." After a long crying session, I did come, and thus it began.
...It was the end of something, which meant it was also the beggining of something. It was a bad beggining...
I was about to put a cheap joke in the title about er...well, it wasn't a funny joke, wasn't a nice joke, and I'm gonna burn in hell. Anyway..
.
...I look back on the day late at night, sometimes. Some things bring on the memory: a sharp tooth of a snake that is kept in the far corner of my room, when the train I am on is filled with enemies and I must find away to safely get out using nothing but a shoelace and a tuba. When I am reading a good, informative book or when I am making sphaghetti with punctenessa sauce and I turn the stove on, and then the fire appears...
...Me watch the children? I would have never volunteered. I have volunteered to train apes, I have volunteered to clean toilets in Time Square, I have volunteered to try to fight some evil in the world--an impossible thing, of course, but we must fight what we can. But I would never have volunteered to watch the children. M did, H did, J did, P did--P, of course, could not watch them himself, but he enrolled them into the school. But I would not, could not, for various reasons...Olaf got them before M, H or J did, and I wonder if he hadn't tricked the banker the Baudelaire's life would be less miserable...
...I had just found a safe place to hide from the lions when I saw a crow on the window of the VFD shack I was hiding in. It was undoubtedly a VFD crow and it had a piece of paper in its claws---few crows know to pick up papers and give them to people. ... It was a napkin from a restauraunt with small pictures of fish decorating it. ...It said, not in so many words, however, "The B's mansion burned down. Come to the headquarters." After a long crying session, I did come, and thus it began.
...It was the end of something, which meant it was also the beggining of something. It was a bad beggining...