So, shall I start in the beginning? Sometime in 1982, my biological father and mother ...\n\nToo early? \n\nI registered at CSN. I enrolled in CRJ classes. Bam! I am taking classes at F Building, which is Las Vegas Fire Rescue Station 6. Good enough? \n\nI walked into the firehouse. I interacted with peers, professors, and assorted firedogs. One gave me a bag of free Sunchips once. No wonder every one likes firefighters more than cops (besides cops themselves, and their moms*). \n\n*On second thought, half of cop-moms probably still like firefighters more.\n\nYou can come here to take class. You can come here to use the vending machine. (It is in the short hallway to the left once you pass the first set of couches.) You can come here to sit on the couches. \n\nYou can apply for City Fire, test, swear (or affirm) your oath, and become a fucking firefighter for all I care. All those things would be firsthand experiences, and I would not flag your trivial review if you did them. On the other hand, I guarantee you that the serial flagger will flag this. (Flaggers are like terrorists.) They don't quit ....\n\nWould you rather pay 50\u00a2 in building Foxtrot for two Grandma cookies or 1.25$ in every other building? \n\n- Those cookies are so bad for you.\n\nWould rather have available parking (and bike rack) always right outside the front door leading to your classroom, or be relegated to walking across campus to get to class? \n\n- We all know you detest walking.\n\nDo sirens excite you?\n\n- There is a film you should watch: Crash (Cronenberg). \n\nHave you ever reviewed a firehouse? \n\n- You should. I just did. \n\nRating: \"Yay! I'm a fan.\"\n\nPostscript. Firedog, hooooooooeah! \n\nPost-postscript. Flag this, hooooooooeah!