Sat Jun 15 2002 15:29:00 GMT-0700 (PDT)
I can use all the words I want, but you won't understand just how screwy the sky has looked all day. It's red and brown all over. The west Texas wind blows sand and dust all over, the clouds pick it up and create a very strange atmosphere. On days like these, you tend to get more boogers than other days. You don't want to be outside for long...it's very reminiscent of a post-apocalyptic Mad Max meets Hardware. If only my gas mask fit and didn't have a speaker in the mouthpiece I'd be ok. I can't wait to leave this dirtbox called Lubbock.