new york is a mess. buses and trains are a mess. lower manhattan is still a mess. amare stoudamire felt it like everyone else.
he had no electricity for a while,
and his jeep is currently, “under the sea“…
it’s funny.
when faced with a potential national disastercoming to wipe out the east,
you start to think about life and survival.
you stop thinking about the trivial things that could pass within a few hours. even a day.
those little issues that really mean shit.
you really start thinking about what will happen if shit really goes wrong.
the “category 7”in your life that could wipe you out.
like those suspense thrillers starring some snow bunny who saves the world.
she pressed some button on a tower and it was day light.
it all becomes a reality.
we spend a lot of time chasing love, pipe, and other things.
our biggest purchase to our name is 1,000 loafers,
but when some big shit happens we are totally un-prepared.
we have nothing to fall back on.
those same wolves we chase/fuckedare not there.
they don’t even have their shit together either.
we burned so many bridges that we have no one to call.
it’s just “us“.
you against the world… and a big ass storm.