XIX

The rain from Hanna has just started. I hope we get crushed. The one time I was in a bad storm I was sitting on the beach in LBI, and as this big, black cloud rolled in, the wind picked up. I started walking back, but the wind got so strong it was almost impossible to move forwards. Shit started flying everywhere, and when i eventually made it home, i couldn't even get the door open. It ruled. C'moooon, storm.



Bob Dylan - "The Freewheelin Bob Dylan" (1963)