For those weirdos who actually go to Midtown on the weekend, the fire that took place near Penn Station (the site of all bad things, evidently) on Saturday is no surprise. But for those rolling up to work this morning to breathe in the residual debris and smoke, it’s, pardon the pun, more fuel for the fire of hatred.
Because Midtown is where most crazies feel at home, it tends to be the area with the highest concentration of negative energy, hence spontaneous burnings at a moment’s notice. The perils of working are compounded when taking into account that you could go up in flames as a result of your lust for money. And yet, the average office worker can’t help but prefer to risk his life in order to live like a dead person rather than die poor and avoid a charring.