September 2, 2007

And a word from guest writer Jason M:

Today was hot. Hotter than a gravedigger's ass in Texas, as they say in Mississippi. There was no need to look up in the sky because you knew exactly what was there. The god awful sun, punishing you for its own amusement before it makes its slow, autumn retreat and allows you once again to walk, think and breathe without sweating like a wild, disgusting animal.

10 pm. The sun has long gone down, and it's still so hot that people in the street are screaming. They aren't yelling words, just screaming, in what can only be explained as a primordial response to the cruel, hot, enveloping thickness of the air.