9.10.2025

Storms off Grand Traverse Bay and every structure is transformed into a clapboard hut. Folks are having heart attacks, capsizing their boats, rushing from their big cars like floating living rooms to the box store without coats, leaning into the wind, trying not to notice the drizzle getting thicker and turning into ice. We have to hole up here or the gangbangers we ripped off will find us. They're gonna find us anyway. We have to be ready How many can we fit under the floor? Is there room in the oven? What about ammunition, have you even thought about ammunition? It's fine this place used to be a dispensary. Not sure how that helps. Okay here they come just be cool and run out the back into a field and hope they're not trained shots. Here's that trail above the river, hidden in the summer by brush, if you keep your head down and walk with purpose and whistle like you're distracted you'll make it through. Not even clear who we're running from anymore and why didn't we stay and fight and put an end to it either way?