Alright, Well It's Fair To Say That The Bomb Cyclone Earned Its Name
So last night I was lying on my couch bummed because The Revenant got taken off of HBO, but actually it’s fine because now I can live it. I’ll put my hand up here, I pretty obviously underestimated this so-called bomb cyclone. I won’t even put bomb cyclone in quotations because that’s how much I respect it. I went from yesterday thinking that it was the dumbest name ever, to today thinking that they should have gotten even more dramatic with it. This is the type of weather you die in. Like, if you fall down in this and can't get up, you die. I can’t tell if it’s snowing, or if the wind’s just blowing the old snow in the air, or if everything is happening at once.
The city’s falling apart. My light’s are flickering and I don’t know why. There’s literally no way to walk without snow being blown in your face because, as I mentioned, we’re in a fucking bomb cyclone. Nobody knows what to do when it snows like this, which is ridiculous because this happens more or less once every couple of years. Nobody remembers that it snows here so nobody’s prepared at all.
To be fair, everybody hates everybody so I’m not sure that it matters whether there's any preparation or not. I helped push a guy’s car across the street and I got verbally berated by at least three different pedestrians and drivers to get out of the way. People literally preferred to stay stuck in traffic honking than get out and spending 15 seconds pushing a car out of the way. What did I expect? I should have known better. The Vermont universal code of help someone whose car is stuck doesn’t apply here. You’re either on your way or in the way. I guess I should be counting myself lucky that I didn’t get robbed. This fucking city. Hey, at least we’ll all die alone together.
