6/15/11 | 7:30pm
A monsoon rolls into Atlanta. Daisy hides under the coffee table. I know nobody’s going to be plugging cables back together in my yard in these conditions. It’d be like Christopher Lloyd on the clock tower in Back to the Future. He’d plug the cable in, get struck by lightning, Daisy and I would be transported back to 1955, where they didn’t particularly like the gays but I understand my neighborhood was much nicer. I pour myself a vodka tonic and think about which time periods I might like to live in.