quasi apocaliptic rambling

Walking outside to a humid afternoon, I smell what I think is the smoke from the mountains around me burning, only to see its my neighbors having a bbq. I have two contingency plans for when the fire comes down from the mountain to engulf the city. The first is to make for the harbor and steal a boat. I may be more of a ninja person, but some piracy would be called for. The second is to hit the ground and crawl for Mexico - the smoke will get you before the fire.