Hurricane Charley took my town.
It was on Friday, if I'm not mistaken. Hurricane Charley took a turn towards our home town of Port Charlotte (And over the rest of Charlotte county) and left us with what looks like a warzone. truchs were pushed along the ground like a child's toy and houses either crumbled or gave way in the 170+ MPH winds. I heard it was one of the worst hurricanes to hit Florida since Andrew.
Our house is fine, according to sources back in Port Charlotte. But Dad's house had the ever-lovin' shit spanked out of it, and his boat (The place he slept and pretty much lived) is now at the bottom of the ocean at the hotel/marina. The marina is also demolished.
Mom, Dad and I had evacuated on Friday before the storm turned towards land, and I am now using my Opa's old coal-driven Piece-O-Shite (Seriously, that'sm the name on the CPU) to type this. Dad left for Fort Lauderdale on Sunday to look for an apartment. Mom and I will head back on Wednesday to a town with no electricity. I can't contact my friend Mike, since I think phones are down.
So begins a new chapter in my life, as this all took place on the weekend of my 18th birthday.
If anyone can offer their condolences (which I probably spelled wrong), please do. If you don't care, that's fine.
Well anyway, I should go. I'll be on later.
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