No lie. This is scary shit. The real guts of the storm aren’t even here yet and this is already worse than any storm I experienced growing up in Tampa. I seriously think the windows are going to burst. I don’t have a plan for that… Windows at apartments across the street from here have busted open. Everything else is good to go: meatloaf, vodka, flashlights, a buttload of hard-boiled eggs, a bathtub filled with water, and no lack of advanced planning and attention to what is happening here. Maybe I do have a plan if the windows bust open. Blankets and garbage bags. It is, truly, a dark and stormy night. I hope everyone in the path of this monster is safe. I feel lives washing away, washing away. The wind gusts make it sound like birds are slamming into my windows. The footage of the storm surge is apocalyptic. Draining the bathtub now. Looking at a wall of non-perishables. Peanut Butter and Jelly. Watching a Cageian Letterman Show with no audience. Windows and air conditioners intact, but my computers and hard drives are on the piano bench and in dresser drawers all across this vast estate.