There be a ‘cane movin’ through these parts. They callin’ ‘er Helene. Ain’t never been scared no woman, ain’t gon start today. Maybe none ‘cept my mama.
Reckon she gon be a catergory 3 or 4 by time she make landfall in FL. Might could be catergory 1 by time she get round here. We gon see. Ain’t scared but taking precaution. Beer aplenty. You can survive anythin’ with beer. Hell myself survived a 7-year relationship with beer.
Weather makes you wonder. Never in no good way though. Thinkin’ ’bout all things ‘cept that weather in its nature passes. She may take a few things from ya along ‘er way but that’s there is why God gave us hands: to take that shit back.
Tomorra, day after gon bring in some rain. Maybe could be some trees endin’ up toppled. Power out. Who knows, who cares. This world gon still be spinnin’. Hell Jupiter been stormin’ since I can ‘member an look at ‘er go.
Beer gone 10:56pm. Gon go get another. Godspeed to all y’all as we weather Miss Helene wrath.