I feel the need to tell all of you that about an hour ago, a van parked directly outside of my house burst into flames. It popped and hissed for a little bit, and had the Fire fighters not shown up sooner, the van might have eventually exploded and set the house on fire.
I apparently witnessed more of the crime than anyone else.
I know for sure that some rotten, worthless, brat lit the car on fire. I had to talk to the police about it. I have a feeling that I got some of the facts wrong, now that I'm looking back on it, but I was a little jarred, obviously.
There's a good chance that I'm going to be contacted again.
Interestingly enough, all the other two residents of the house planned to go on a vacation for over a week, leaving me here the whole time. They still intend to.
So... I'm going to be alone here for at least a week, while this crap gets sorted out. or God forbid, continues in some manner.