Flood

I doubt if anyone will be out driving around in this weather. Can't even tell where the ditch is cause the whole road is covered in dark water. Tires float by and blue sparks dance around the light pole. Better put some plastic over the piano and move the television into the kitchen. It's off the air anyway. Sirens scream out towards Carolina Hospital and seem to be coming closer. I hope they know the road is flooded.

Tower of Pizza

Friday night everyone headed to the "Tower of Pizza" for some pitchers of cheap beer and some greasy southern-fried pizza. The "Kudzu Shadows" played some loud rock and blues music. They stuck to mostly three chord Chuck Berry style songs like Johnny B. Good and Roll Over Beethoven. Every song had a spot built in for a drum solo too. Drum solos had been real popular ever since In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida came out. The crownd tonight filtered in from the early season football game. Cigarette smoke swirled around the stage and the band launched into a long version of Whipping Post by the Allman Brothers Band.

Waitin' On Her

When she gets home there will be a few cold Cokes in the fridge. I think there's one Red Rock soda left. Those boys from college left their litle cheap, styrofoam cooler in the kichen. All the ice melted and there are three hot 12 ounce Buds in there still connected by a white plastic loop.

"Wicked" Wilson Pickett's singing on the radio. He's singing about,"Gonna wait til the Midnight Hour, when all my love comes tumblin' down."

Love, ain't it something. The boys just had to leave and go back to Columbia right now and leave us here to fend for ourselves in this hurricane. We could have used the moral support as well as some help with the house. They were probably too hungover to be much good at carpentry anyway.

There's nothing like trying to read by candlelight.