So around 2am on Saturday morning, there was a huge fire in an apartment building in Prospect Heights in Brooklyn.
I learned about this from my friend Zeke, because he saw the blaze as he was heading home that night.
The next night, upon leaving the Brooklyn Museum’s “First Saturdays”, I found myself in the same neighborhood, confronted by blocks and blocks of roped-off streets. I realized I was by the same fire Zeke had seen the night before.
No good. No good at all.