Thank you for the 3am “company” as I scroll through the dashboard, bleary eyed and delirious:
People whose names I found scrawled on the bathroom wall at the Vince Lombardi rest stop on the New Jersey Turnpike:
Yo. What’s up.
I shouldn’t be allowed to have a guitar or sing, because I am horrendous at both, but here’s a song about what to expect from hurricane Irene. I feel that there are some helpful tips in here to get you through this dark time.
I declare this the Official Song of Hurricane Irene.