At 8:25a EDT, someone logged onto my site from a RoadRunner cable modem from Houston. Whoever you are, if you’re still online, do something right fast–turn that damn computer off and get out of town! Ain’t you heard there’s a hurricane coming? One of them cincos, man. Cinco!
My best friend from college has been on the road about ten hours, and he’s gone no more than forty miles. That’s like taking half an hour to get out of your driveway.
So, put the comptuer somewhere high and take your ass out of town. Best bet is somewhere in the country. Major thoroughfares are all bad.
BTW, thank you for reading. I’m very flattered. But the last words you see in this world better not be from Virtual Bomaniland. The shit ain’t that good.