munkyweasel

Radical Belligerence
2004-09-12 03:07:17 (UTC)

hot stone/i don't know how to sail/electric slime

Saturday, 11 September 2004

So two Wednesdays ago, the 1st of September, we got the
announcement during 6th hour that there would be no school
Thursday or Friday due to Hurricane Frances. I forgot to
get my gym clothes out of my locker.

As soon as I got home, my dad said that we were leaving
early in the morning and that I had to get ready. I didn't
take it too seriously until I was up late into the evening
thinking about what I had to do, and doing most of it. I
did go out too, with my mom, Fort Pierce Publix wasn't very
crowded for what was going on. But my mom said traffic was
bumper-to-bumper on Midway.

I got two hours of sleep Wednesday night. Actually it was
Thursday morning. When I woke up, I had to bring my bass
amp from my garage into my room and put it on top of my
bed. That thing must weigh at least 400 pounds.

We didn't actually leave until 6:30. It was me and my mom
and my brother in her rental, a Taurus. My sister and dad
stayed behind, my dad had to board up some more.

By coincidence, I was flipping channels on the car radio
and NPR was interviewing some people at Fort Pierce Wal-
Mart.

The trip took 11 hours, I slept most of the way.

I didn't change from the clothes that I wore to school
Wednesday, nor did I take off my shoes at all from
Wednesday morning to Thursday night when I went to bed in
the hotel.

My dad and sister didn't get to Columbia until Friday
morning at 5:30. I was sleeping.

Friday morning, I felt like we were on a vacation. I felt
like we were going to be going to Disney World later or
something.

I had been thinking that it might be cool to have my house
destroyed by this hurricane. But on Saturday morning, as
the storm was zeroing in on Fort Pierce, more and more
items that I forgot to bring or that I would miss started
popping into my head. And I realized, I like my house. I
like where I live. I like my life. I just wanted this storm
to be over with so I could go home to an undestroyed house
in Ft Pierce, Florida.

Saturday night was the most I had ever seen Fort Pierce on
TV, even on local news. Haha.

Sunday was a little more exciting for us in Columbia. We
needed a PS2 memory card, so my dad and brother and I went
to the Columbia mall. Sam Goody is an awesome store and
they should have it around me. Then all of us but my mom
went to the Riverbanks zoo. Later, we all went to movies.
My mom, sister and I saw Without A Paddle. It was actually
pretty funny. People told me it was funny, but I thought it
looked dumb. I should have seen it with Matt. My dad and
brother saw Alien Vs Predator.

Sunday night I dreamed of going back in time, fighting epic
battles, using my amps as power for giant weapons and a
chariot to escape a troll, going to shows, hanging with
friends, banging hotchicks, and a lot more stuff that I
could remember while I was laying in bed but now can't. In
fact I dreamed about a lot of things. Like Emo Tim making
modern art with random junk on gas station asphalt, and
seeing Chelsea (swing) at the same place, and traveling
between space and then between time and then between both
at once.

Monday I wanted to go to a music shop there, but it was
closed for Labor Day. My dad talked to my brother's friend
Adam's mom and we found out that our house is in really
good shape, surprisingly. Unfortunately, many of my
friends' houses or fave places didn't come out so well.
I'll let people stay at my crib if need be. I am glad our
house is okay, because my dad was proposing that if it were
unlivable, that us kids go to Panama with our mom or to
Pennsylvania with our grandparents.

Tuesday we came home. The trip took a lot longer than the
trip up. We took back roads, but when we got back onto 95,
I saw cars that I had seen before we got off 95.

Fort Pierce had a lot of damage. But my house didn't. And
we had power, and running water. A lot of houses in PSL got
more damaged. My dad said that the first-gen mass-
production order of PSL houses used staples instead of
nails. Bad luck for them. But my house has that OLD FORT
PIERCE ARCHITECTURE. PSL houses that have PSL City water
(which I didn't know existed because it didn't exist when I
lived there) didn't (and in some cases still don't) have
running water. A lot of people still don't have power.
Central roof got pummelled with palm trees, I wanted to
take pics but they had this FUCKING curfew that ruined my
days and made me paranoid of national guardsmen with
grenade launchers on their M-16's. Also, Westwood's gym
roof collapsed. I have never seen Westwood so I don't care.
Also, I heard that LPA middle school got mad water damage
(despite it being 50 years old and made of concrete), so
the middle schoolers have to use the high school building.
I don't know.

The days started blending into each other. The first night,
I slept on the floor. The next day Matt came over, that
night he fell asleep on the floor so I cleared off some of
the stuff that I put on my bed and slept next to my bass
amp. I did that a couple other nights too. I started
playing Saga Frontier 2. For hours on end. We were supposed
to have band practice the last three days, I don't know
what my life is coming too. Every weekend is so lame, every
day is so lame. I hear that school isn't gonna be starting
till Thursday. LAME. But perhaps a blessing, because I have
done none of my homework. But more of a curse; this isn't a
break, this is house arrest.

I hope Ivan doesn't hit here. My dad said that if it does,
I'll either have to go to Pennsylvania or stay here and
work for him. It's looking like it won't, though.




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