Tuesday, December 10, 2002


Dizam! Just got off the telefono with the Guam connect and shit is FUCKED UP out there. They just got hit with a super-typhoon, in case your tv is stuck on espn and mtv, and shit, 180 mph winds, my homey had to drive through that shit, cuz he got stuck out somewhere on an emergency call for his job, and in order to get back home to wifey he was dodging falling high voltage lines and concrete pillars, telephone poles, pulling over here and there to let the real crazy squalls pass. Then he gets home, and his carpet is soaking wet, water's squirting upward through small seams in his windows, and he's the lucky one with the concrete house. gnarly gnarly shit! To put it mildly he’s starting to wonder why the fuck he moved back to Guam, as this is the second, and much worse, typhoon in like 3 months.

Guam is in what’s called “Typhoon Alley” which is an area of Micronesia that commonly gets hit with these. For those not in the know, a typhoon is the same thing as a hurricane, but south of the equator, so thus the winds swirl the opposite direction. (science lesson, open your books to chapter 83)

Here’s the Honolulu Advertiser’s take on it, and here’s the Guam media’s take on it, and here are some more crazy pics if you’re inclined to see the damage. The pic you see on this page is the village, Dededo, where my buddy lives. He said he hasn’t seen shit like this one since he was a kid, and he’s a little over 50 years old.

They’ve got no power (and probably won’t for at least a month) no water, and once that shit comes back, it’ll be infected and undrinkable, my buddy hasn’t showered for 3 days and they’re collecting rainwater just to flush their fuckin’ toilet.

Gnarly gnarly. So count your blessings, Mr. Ed, a horse is a horse of course of course, but at least you didn’t have to put up with your village getting blown to shit, and on your birthday no less. Lamerville.

Just stoked that my friend and his family are OK, even though he’s sick as a dog from having to drive through the storm in just his underwear because his clothes were soaked to the bone just from getting from the site he was working at to his car. Luckily he’s got plenny booze to medicate the soul, he’s already cracked the Johnny Walker Blue label he got for his birthday. Ah liquid nourishment.

I’m hungry. I think I’ll go eat something. Assalamalakum.