I have now been told several times that this must have been "cool" or "fun."
It is not.
The anticipation was fun. The reality was terrifying. The aftermath is nothing short of a nightmare.
Let's start with my personal problems, which are nothing relative to the greater problem.
1) There is nowhere to poop. I went in a plastic bag the other day and haven't gone since.
2) My apartment stinks because my apartment complex flooded. I'm on the second floor. The carpet from my downstairs neighbor is rotting and making my place smell like rotten egg.
3) I haven't showered since Sunday. My head itches. My crotch itches. I smell.
4) I haven't eaten properly. non-pershiable goods usually translates to junk food.
5) I am mentally exhausted. you can imagine why.
6) I am almost out of beer.
Now onto the more important and bigger problems.
1) This place is destroyed.
2) People are roaming around begging for food and water in parts.
3) Whole neighborhoods and lives were "disappeared" Pinochet-style.
4) Disease is likely to be rampant soon.
5) I actually, thinking about it, don't even know how to list all that has gone wrong.

I only catch occasional glimpses out of what is coming out of New Orleans. This afternoon is the first time I've stopped and taken a breath.
All is bad.
I hope that the relative comparisons don't begin anytime soon. You know, "This place got it worse than that place."
F*** that.
Is it really possible to quantify it like that in the middle of this kind of tragedy?
Did Indonesia get it worse than Sri Lanka in the Tsunami?
France than England in WWII?
Who has the moral authority to make those kinds of proclamations?
And I'm done ranting.