Let Them Ho’s Fight

Monday night I came home from a workshop I was doing, pulled the car into the garage, and pushed the garage door closer button only to hear a loud explosion. I turned around and saw sparks falling from somewhere behind the car. Worried that I had crunched the back of the car with the garage door, I hopped out to find a pool of fire just outside… It turns out my closing the garage was the straw that broke our block’s transformer’s ass. The thing totally a’sploded. I hopped out past the fire pool (which I later found out was producing corrosive smoke ’cause of the PCB oil that transformers have in them, fuck) to look up at the transformer, which was sparking and flaming. Shortly thereafter, it a’sploded again, in an even grander fashion. At that point I was already on my phone, desperately trying to fight through the shock and figure out how to dial 911.

People from all around on our street were collecting under the L tracks to gawk at the flame, which was currently engulfing the transformer and pole, and threatening the garage in which i had just parked courtney’s car. So that sucked. I found Courtney and a naked Ian (the power had gone out from the explosion just as he was getting out of the bath) around front and let them know I was not blowed up, then I returned to the alley to talk to the fire and police people when they arrived.

The story ends on a positive note, as the Firemen arrived in time to put out the blaze before it lit up the garage, the car, or our house. So that was nice. We’re still, however, without full power, and haven’t been able to run the AC units… So we’re staying with friends (thanks dudes), as it’s hot as a motherfucker. Still.