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As I began my journey toward Florida, Hrrrricane Agripina I think it was, approached the eastern coast of Florida. Each night in the motel I would watch as it made it's way across the state and headed north. It seemed obvious that we were going to meet one another in the northern part of the state.
I made my way south from Memphis to Biloxi where I spent an extra night trying to allow the beast time enough to pass (The fact that there was a hookers' convention going on at the time had no effect on my decision. Although, It looks like I'll be painting fishnet stockings and spiky heeled shoes long into the future).
The next night, as I approached my turn to head south into Florida, it became apparent that I should have waited another day. I was one of the few vehicles on I-10 being blown left and right. I pulled into a small town and got the last room at the inn. It blew all night, and rained hard until noon the next day as I drove south.
And so, to answer your question Steven, yes, there will be no more hrrrricanes in Florida, ever. During that storm the night before, I made a pact with that higher authority, that if he would get me through that night, and promise never to allow another hrrrricane to hit Florida, I would pass on the next three hookers' conventions I encountered. He/She also promised to make this burning sensation stop.
All things considered I think I got the best of the deal. I haven't always.
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Mike McCarty
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