It was a dark and stormy night. No, really. A dark, stormy, shitty night along the Gulf Coast, from Lake Charles, LA to Biloxi, MS- and more were on their way. Good thing I was warm, dry, drunk and “safe” on the corner of East 6th St. and Red River in downtown Austin, Texas. I had escaped the apocalyptic movie scene of Interstate 10, 150 mph winds, levee failures, catastrophic floods, crumbling houses, and the fear of being caught gun-less in a threatening atmosphere.