Someone call the fire department

My family and friends have all always liked to poke fun at me because I like to live life on the edge. This is not to say that I am a daredevil or anything like that, I just like to have fun and not think about the long term scale of things. Even as I graduated college and got a bit older, my mindset never changed much. That was until the fire happened. At my house, there is a garage right next to it that I had decided to turn into my man cave. It was fully loaded with a fridge, a flat screen television, and an old heated gas furnace that my buddy had given me. This thing was super old, and it also didn’t have any timer settings so you were supposed to shut it off manually. Well being the daredevil that I am, I never liked to do this. I liked to come home from work to a warm and toasty man cave rather than have to wait for the place to heat up. One day, I came home to find that there was several fire trucks parked in front of my house, hosing down my man cave. What used to be a glorious and lovely place now looked like burnt down rubble. Now that I am approaching my 30’s I can honestly say that I am glad this happened to me. Sure I lost a lot of money and items, but I would rather learn from something when I am single and alone than if I had a family to look out for. As the saying goes, you live and you learn!

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