While Daniel and I were exploring the tattered remains of a once (luxurious?) coastal casino, I found this morbid scene by the back wall that held back the pounding of the ocean. The wall was partially destroyed from the massive forces of hurricane Katrina. Listing toward the ocean like it wanted to relinquish the land it held back the wall hid this small pocket of sadness. To me, this scene is known too well. It also shows that the destruction that Katrina brought continues on today. Trash is everywhere. Not just debris from The Storm but trash that people dump and dead fish that people caught but didn’t want. Why would you do that? What is the point? Do you have no pride in life? No feeling that wasting something so precious and wondrous as life is an assault on the sensibilities of any living person? No thoughts that throwing your trash around demeans the land and the earth that you call home? AAAAHHHH!!
*We’re sorry. Kip is being taken away to a happier place by men in white coats after suffering a debilitating breakdown caused by the mass quantities of stupidity that rage around him at all times, unable to cope with the shear idiocy of the population, he will be cared for.*