PRAY FOR BRAIN

Okay, I'm off work for the next four days. Which is welcome. The weather is rainy and people are acting goofy. More so as it's so close to Christmas. Which, this year in San Francisco, is surreal because the electricity company has laid an egg. The Richmond district is without power till sometime tomorrow evening. No electricity means no lights or cold storage no ice or boba drinks no computers no recharging of cellular devices no wifi no mail order sales or purchases no internet no cashregisters no databases no functioning hotplates or autoclaves.

No sports on teevee. Not hot dogs. No cold beer.
Instead, desperation and madness.
No commerce.

Oh, and did I mention rain? Traffic doing goofy things at every intersection. Wild speeding, "we've gotta get outta her pah before law and order breaks down".
Gun the engine and head for the border.


Not that it personally effects me, as I live over on the other side of the city. Where we have a functioning civil society instead of grunting zombies roaming the darkened residental streets desperate for brains. Refugee bingo players hiding in church basements counting their few remaining bullets and wondering if they should boil the rain water.

But the gas lines still work, so coffee and tea are solid. Unless you have a modern kitchen. Then you're hosed. Join the grunting zombies.

The idea that the Richmond District has many zombies appeals to me.


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