Singed Remnants of My Gutted Life.

There had been an electrical fire in the old studio apartment...when I entered the room you could smell the burnt plastic, the singed stucco and wood... the west wall was gutted and a note from the landlord hung there to call her.  Hidden behind the note, just as they had been hidden in the wall was 2 medical supply boxes full of unused needle toppers.  He told me to leave...I had to find somewhere else to live.  Everyone thought he was dead...what was he going to do? - While attempting to renew my stay at a hotel I noticed they were trying to tow my car... I ran out and begged and pleaded with them to give me a pass considering my life was shattered and I'm doing my best to hold it together... I just don't need this to happen right now.  The cop was clear that he didn't believe my story...but that he would give me a pass.  2 days to find a new place to live and although the one that returned from the dead rejected me, I found myself still more concerned about him than myself.