6:30am The roads are supposed to be full already, but hopefully it won’t take me more than four hours to make this one hour trip. I have a hangover and a bit of a cold. I’m drinking an energy booster and moving my paintings into the closet. 175 mph, as of last night.
Thinking about it, I’m really tempted to stay, just to see what kind of shit goes down. But my parents and my grandmother need me. Most of my friends are going to Austin, a few are going to Dallas for a wedding that I had planned on going to. Me, I’m going to bear the brunt of Rita in a barn. Oh fuck.
1:30pm Five hours, thirty minutes. Ninety miles. I’ve got the navagation in my car, and I went the back roads the entire way, like some crazy Duke of Hazzard or some shit. I spent an hour on a dirt road. Friends of mine spent 11 hours going as far as I did. I’m awesome. Traffic is my gay.
3:00pm Give me the road again and my gay. I’m not sure what that even means, but I’m watching golf, and it’s actually making me look forward to this hurricane. I need a nap. My butt is sweaty.
Speaking of, I saw some really cool swamp land on my way here. I’m not sure what that means. I’m still watching golf. Still not comfortable with real blogging. Maybe I’ll write a poem later or something, something to hide behind. Golf sucks.
5:30pm Watching the news, and hundreds of thousands of people are stuck on the shitty Houston freeways. It’s depressing. I saw it. I drove around it. It’s depressing, because they’re running out of gas after driving for twenty plus hours. The politicians and media did a great job of playing this hurricane fear up, and as a result, people, my friends, some of which would have been much better-off in their homes, could die.
I’m going to bite my lips about whatever, considering. I’ll just not comment too much about this American culture of panic and fear, and how hard it is to watch this media-hype political explosion of another national catastrophe, and how we live in it, and this is just how we roll, I guess. This is how we do this thing, and it’s what happens when a nation loses its damn cool and I’m here and it’s all around me and my family. It is my home. It is a gigantic motherfucker.