|This one's just throwing a little extra "fuck you" in there. Dick.|
Like, for real. Tornadoes are assholes.
I'm from California. We have earthquakes, mainly. I was 11 during the big '89 quake, and we were pretty much on top of the epicenter. We were driving home from the art class my Mom was teaching. We pulled over, checked the car, and went about our day.
We also have mudslides, firestorms, and floods. More than once we were forcibly evacuated due to wildfire. We flooded on New Year's Eve in 2005, and I took a canoe out my front door. Yes, really. I just spent
|These have formed a gang. They're thugs, really.|
The point is none of that is really scary to me. You always hear people say that you're never afraid of the natural disasters you grew up with, and I guess that's true. Because just the vague possibility of fucking tornadoes on the horizon has the ability to immediately inject my heart with enough adrenaline to jumpstart an elephant. Luckily I live in tornado country now, so I get to experience this often.
So this morning when a thunderstorm freaked out the dogs and we all had to get up, and we started hearing the "freight train" noise that Travis says is what tornadoes sound like, and he's telling me to put my shoes on and get my Mom, I... well, let's just say I still haven't had any coffee. Caffeine at this point is unnecessary.
No, there wasn't a tornado. But what a way to start my Sunday.
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