It's 10:20 and I just woke up, my head is throbbing and my eyes are puffy from 5 days of pent up emotions that just, exploded last night.
I started the night on the rooftop of a Crystal City apartment building, at a wedding for a near and dear friend. A lot of drinks, Vodka and Bourbon for the most part, and naturally the discussion on everyone's mind was New Orleans. It was pleasantly dispassionate with a touch of humor every now and then to prevent us from lapsing too close to the point of caring. I would politely excuse myself from the conversation and walk away disgusted.
I ended up at Fox and Hounds with two friends who are staying with me from Reno. After a tad more bourbon, I asked to go home, I needed to be alone and I refused to sit there, among the literate class, drinking and happy amidst such great suffering. I waited for my friends to pass out and got up on the rooftop deck of my historic apartment building, the tallest residential structure in DC and looked out over this beautiful city and began to sob. It was a cry I hadn't felt in years-- at the risk of callousness, not even on 9/11. It was a sob of complete desperation and mourning.
I just don't know what to do. It was as though my release on the roof was more than just mourning for New Orleans. In fact I think this was just the Buick that broke the camels back. I was mourning for America and the shit we have had to endure since we elected jackass to the Presidency.