Scary

So my friend OSB's brother-in-law was stuck in a hotel in New Orleans during Katrina. He got out yesterday, with some other guys, in the back of a security guard's pickup truck. Apparently they had to gun it quite a bit to get through the flood waters so they didn't stall out-- or get possibly set upon by the masses of angry people who weren't so fortunate to find a ride to safety. They were yelling and jeering at him. He saw bodies in the water as well, apparently. When you've got a stable life it's easy to forget how brutish life can be for people, brutish from birth right on through death, with occasional breaks of abject horror.