The Complete Non-Factor is live reporting on Hurricane Sandy. In true form, we are hours, prob even a day late. I sat in my kitchen crushing brews and waiting for the possums and raccoons to come begging at my sliding door. The immediacy of their eyes were met with a cold delight that would send shivers down the spines of history's most tyrannical kings. The worst of Sandy's stormy loins may have passed by southeast Virginia by now, but the cold hell of the Virginia Ave. Backyard War has only just begun. Their speed and filth will be met head-on with a vigilance borne of drunken misplaced confidence, and chili and rice.
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