Sh*t Happened is usually about the past — specifically, the past 24 hours — but as with yesterday, there's not much in recent headlines beyond The Swirling Doom to make fun of, and Irma's no joke. I walked Central Avenue last night, and you could feel St. Pete's emotional barometric pressure bottoming out. We're all freaked, we're all exhausted, and nothing's even happened yet.
So, with all apologies, I'm gonna forgo the expected flippancy and social outrage this morning, because this will be my last chance before Monday to say to each of you the following:
Hold fast.
Take care of each other.
Don't feed the Fear Monkey.
And if you see someone else's Fear Monkey starting to get the better of them, shut that shit down.
It's never a me thing; it's always a we thing. Our community is what makes us special, and our community is what will see us through. How we act when the worst is upon us, defines us.
Your Helper Monkey can kick the shit out of your Fear Monkey any day.
See you on the other side.
This article appears in Sep 7-14, 2017.