Monday, May 28, 2018

I don't need a savior if I don't believe in sin

There is a named storm raging outside.

That is to say, there is a slight breeze and some drizzle. Named Alberto.

That's the irony of living in Mexico Beach, Floriduh; as soon as a storm gets named we know it's going to be weak sauce by the time it gets to us.

That's not to say we don't get bad storms. We just get zero warning about those.

Hey, look, there's clouds over th... holy shit! Run inside!!! The power just went out! Why is the house shaking?? That's not norm... oh, it's over. Oh my god, the sky is so gorgeous and blue. 

We also get rain on one side of the street. It's not as cool as it sounds. The rain side gets respite, the non-rain side gets humidity and mosquitos.

I do love the ocean during a storm. The raging sea is my favorite sea.

That's where I want to die.

In forty or so years.

Or tomorrow.

Just depends on my mood.

Have a day.


I love people who love the place that made them. Even if that place is a shithole like Philly.