I was living right across the street from Mission Delores in a very nice apartment with a cranky woman named Sue.  There was in a massive fire there one night when I was ot home, which destroyed 24 units.  

(July 8, 2015) 

I remember going inside the burned out building two days later to get what was left of my stuff. 

Everything smelled like burnt wood. All my clothes were wet.

My take away was realizing how San Francisco's architecture is so fragile. 

It all goes up so fast as most houses are made of wood. 

Write about the Tarot cards that I had in the room.  They were untouched.