All I can do right now is hold my breath and wait.
I was just sitting on the couch not ten minutes ago, when the news interrupted and informed the viewers in Grand Rapids, that there had been an explosion in Eastown. For those unfamiliar, Eastown is an astute, well-known business district in my old neighborhood.
Apparently, it was a gas explosion, and it was the two-story building next to Mulligan's, that housed a t-shirt shop and a salon. There's people injured, and there's more trapped inside.
The thought of the possibility of my friends being one of those victims puts a knot in my stomach. Hell, just the fact that it happened does. Injured people? This is crazy! I don't even know who they are and I feel their pain.
It's crazy to think that if I were still working there, there would've been fire marshalls telling us all that we had to leave. Or, if Kevin still lived here, he'd be evacuated as well... crazy.
Thankfully, and I just watched more of the news, the injuries people have are not life-threatening.
Shit like this scares me, let alone worries me.
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I know how you feel. I had lunch at Bombay that day, had driven through that intersection on the way back to work just two hours before the explosion. It was weird watching the lame local TV coverage, not knowing exactly which building, which businesses, which friends were affected. Thankfully, no one was seriously hurt.
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