Hurricane Sandy affected a lot of people in a lot of devastating ways. My apartment is powerless, and sitting down there in the financial district just waiting for some looter to come steal my extensive porn collection. I was lucky enough to evacuate to Hells Kitchen where I have been living with 3 of my best friends taking turns heating up water on the stove so we can bathe. When the Hurricane first hit I thought: “This will be kind of cool. I get to hang out with my friends for a few days and have fun.” That, of course was back when my best friends were still my best friends. After the damage was done, I saw all these messages of hope, where people were offering up their showers, electrical outlets, and even rides for people displaced by the weather. That was nice. In this apartment though, people aren’t offering up anything except bitchiness and shade.
Its impossible to be around anyone for 4 days without getting a little stir crazy and angsty. I love my friends to death and would do anything for them, but right now I want to take my tranny friend’s weave and choke her to death. I don’t know what state of disarray my apartment is in, but I have considered going there and hiding in the darkness like a mole rat. My point is, that inclement weather brings out the best in people, and the worst in friends. Its true that the hurricane didn’t kill me, but my friends still might.
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