Cody Vs. The Hurricane III

The rain has came and went like a whimpering puppy to hide under some porch. I have survived and even got the chance to drive through it. It merely gave the impression of just a long thunderstorm.

The night the storm hit, I was at a friends house getting too drunk too early. Too much beer was drank and the song of sobriety was cast away. I came home yesterday to a flooded ditch, boarded up window, a months worth of leftovers in the fridge, and batteries scattered about. Why does no one ever listen to me?