Friday, August 28, 2015


I know there are many good articles about the storm right now. I can't read them. There are many events commemorating the anniversary. I can't go to them. People ask, what are you doing on the 29th. I don't know. I might just stay home. Or maybe I'll spend a quiet evening with friends. Because recently, every time I hear mention of the storm — and more recently, every time I think of the storm — I lose my shit just a little bit. Maybe tomorrow I'll lose my shit altogether. Maybe it will be good. Maybe it will be cathartic. Maybe not. I'm not rushing it.


  1. Welcome back, Slimbo. We have missed you. sorry for the sad memories.