Read some wisdom on how crazy long and hot them climate induced northern wildfires burn. So I biked to the Costco temple. And I began my long search. Later that week, temple guards checked my receipt and put upon it the black badge of righteous profit. Four 2200 [merv13] furnance filters($25) grown in the Land of Kirk were strapped to my back as I rolled back through the Gates of Hell. Dodging red light running malcontents, rolling by forgotten forts, I arrived, gasping and woozy, to my bullet ridden bunker. I looked up and told my spider friend that soon we would have clean air, and she winked at me with one of her smaller eyes used for knitting. You know the rest. It's best to leave out the bits of cursing, recutting and tape sticking to tape. But in the end an airfiltering machine was made. Now, my blood is cleared of burnt forest and I can remember my Mandarin lesson of the day.