Photos by G.
Everyone’s got a story to tell about Hurricane Irene. Here’s mine! Ever since I worked for a news company and saw executives making up news stories that can negatively impact people’s lives first hand, I make sure I have as little exposure to mainstream media news as possible. Coming from the west coast and now living in the east, there are a completely different set of weather circumstances to experience. When I heard that a hurricane is coming, I figured I should probably pay attention to what the experts have to say because I’ve never been through one before. The news was seriously all doom and gloom! From the sounds of things, we were going to need to have food rations for up to a week due to god knows what – but all related to the hurricane.
Obviously with having a very rare earthquake and hurricane in Manhattan in the same week, Sherlock Holmes might deduce that Mother Nature has just about had it with our petty bullshit over who’s in control of the oil. I decided to take precautions. I stocked up on some carbohydrates 2 days in advance of the expected target date of the hurricane hitting. The lines at the grocery store wrapped around the store and the shelves were picked clean. The weather reports said the areas outside of Manhattan would get hit pretty hard and Manhattan would experience 30 miles an hours less wind power than some of the outer areas. It still made everyone panic and obey like good little doggies. I pay extra money to live in Manhattan so I don’t appreciate the media calling outer boroughs and places such as Jersey Shore “Manhattan” and spreading that gossip across the country so that people that live 3,000 miles away from me are calling to make sure I will be ok because they heard on the news that my city is about to implode. Call me what you want, but I don’t live in Manhattan for the cheap rent – and you know exactly what I am talking about – so don’t lie! Like clockwork, it started raining around 5 pm on Saturday, August 27, 2011 just like the weather reports said.