Ain't This A Bitch

On this very day in 2005, I fled the city to get away from Hurricane Katrina. Now here it is, I may have to run from what will eventually be Hurricane Gustav once it enters the Gulf of Mexico. If New Orleans suffer another destruction, then I need to seriously reconsider staying the hell out of this city. I have a place where I will store my cd's, my tv, my dvd/cd player, and my keyboard. That way all I will have to bring with me are my clothes. I may bring my keyboard with me just in case I need to occupy my time should I be gone for an extended length of time. Mentally I don't feel like dealing with this shit. All I see is the devastation Katrina left and how everybody had to start over. I can see the mold in my old apartment as if it were yesterday, and I can see how badly damaged my friends and family houses were destroyed. All of my shit is probably still sitting in that abandoned complex that hasn't been demolished. It serves as an eyesore and a reminder everytime I pass by it. I truly hate this time of the year. Maybe a move to Virginia won't be so bad afterall.