You are an African-American living in a crack house in a New Orleans slum. You decided to stay and weather out Hurricane Katrina since you were not sure if you could score crack at any of the evacuation centers. The windows of the crack house were already boarded up, you had a couple days worth of rocks and some Fiddy Cent CDs to listen to on a portable boom box. In addition, most of your fellow crack heads had abandoned the house, leaving you to rummage through their stuff for stray crack rocks. You find a couple.
When the worst seems to be over, the levee breaks and water floods into your crack house. That's okay. You grab your boom box and crack pipe and run up to the attic. You are lucky and water doesn't reach to the roof like it does the houses down the block.
Unfortunately, you cannot stay in the attic of the crack house indefinitely. You are starting to hear reports that the pumps are giving out and that an additional nine feet of water is going to come crashing down on your hood. You are down to your last box of microwavable red beans and rice and will have to live on dry grits after that. More importantly, you are down to your last three crack rocks. Flocko, your dealer, may be still be at his crack house down the street and might still be holding.
You hear choppers overhead. You look out the attic window and see some Coast Guard choppers lifting a family down the street off their roof and to safety. Do you...
-Grab a piece of wood drifting down the street and try and float to higher ground?
or
-Get on the roof and try and wave down a Coast Guard chopper?
When the worst seems to be over, the levee breaks and water floods into your crack house. That's okay. You grab your boom box and crack pipe and run up to the attic. You are lucky and water doesn't reach to the roof like it does the houses down the block.
Unfortunately, you cannot stay in the attic of the crack house indefinitely. You are starting to hear reports that the pumps are giving out and that an additional nine feet of water is going to come crashing down on your hood. You are down to your last box of microwavable red beans and rice and will have to live on dry grits after that. More importantly, you are down to your last three crack rocks. Flocko, your dealer, may be still be at his crack house down the street and might still be holding.
You hear choppers overhead. You look out the attic window and see some Coast Guard choppers lifting a family down the street off their roof and to safety. Do you...
-Grab a piece of wood drifting down the street and try and float to higher ground?
or
-Get on the roof and try and wave down a Coast Guard chopper?
Sober enough to know what I'm doing, drunk enough to really enjoy doing it
