HURRICANES!

[Studio8]

Fuck Fuck Fucking shit.
I was north of my home for the storm and when it passed, I lived in darkness and heat for a couple of days and now I'm in Dallas with family. My house is fucked, my roommates and improv teammates (i.e. the most people important people regarding my immediate future) are scattered across the country, and everyone has a different plan for regrouping.
Some people are talking serious moving, some people are in a rush to get back to New Orleans to rebuild. I don't know what to do.

I'm still in disbelief about all of this, especially now that people are shooting at rescue chopters and looting EVERYTHING. It's like the scum of New Orleans thinks they can take it over.