Friday, 21 December 2012


It was a hurricane alright, a real bruiser.  It struck the bayou just outside of town.  We were in the bars-- I was in a bar-- drinking and watching the rains being driven down the black tarmack of the parking lot.  The radio said we should all evacuate.  We laughed and had another round or three.
It was a hurricane but we did not really care.  We were young and full of life and drunk as hell.  We were invincible, immortal, and apathetic.

sapphoq itching for a coffee

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