| Funk It is hurricane season, obviously. It seems like we're getting the tail end of something today. It's unnaturally dark outside and the wind seems ominous. Six years ago, in 1999, I had to evacuate to avoid the potential of Hurricane Floyd in Savannah. Of course, like an idiot, I didn't realise what a big deal an evacuation was and didn't leave Savannah until the last possible minute. It didn't help that my roommate and I went out drinking the night before so I had a wicked hangover that day. This is partially why my heroes are those who don't procrastinate. It took me nineteen and a half hours to get home. I couldn't stop because there were no hotels open. My credit card wouldn't go through anyway so I had to make it home on six dollars worth of gas (those were the days) I found in random change in my car. If it hadn't been for The Best of James keeping me awake through the mountains in Chattanooga, I never would have made it. I also credit the three packs of camel menthol lights, the six or so diet cokes, and the two cups of coffee. Whenever I listen to this album now, It reminds me of that time in my life. I was due to start school in Savannah that week but classes were postponed until the next week. Maybe it should have been an omen. Maybe not.
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