A reason for everything

Over the past 4 days(today in particular, since it was daylight when I drove through), I've seen what life is like now for the people who were affected by the hurricanes this year. It's fucking harsh - the destruction is un-fucking-believable, and the people at the shelters in San Antonio don't have it much better than they would if they were back at their destroyed homes. I was left in a total state of shock for a while...the whole gulf coast from Pensacola to Houston is royally fucked.


Personal notes about the trip:

-Uhaul didn't have the trailer I reserved, so they gave me a smaller one that just barely fit everything after I crammed some things on top of my glass desk.
-They still charged me the same amount of money
-buying gas for a truck pulling a trailer = holy fuck $$$
-strept throat began just as the trip did(yea, that made for a fun weekend) :-(
-I've been driving 40 of the last 72 hours, sick and heavily medicated most of that time
-Despite all these things, the kind of horror I saw during the trip was enough to make me feel very lucky about my life.

I really only got one decent snapshot of the hurricane damage when I stopped for breakfast this morning. I stopped at Shell/McDonalds in Gulfport, Miss. They had just opened back up, but Katrina snapped both of the metal supports that held their sign up(this was nothing, I saw the giant metal supports for billboards snapped as well). Anyway, here it is: