The morning after Hurricane Agatha was a wreck, miserable and gloomy and although John B’s house survived although houses along the cut were ruffled up- nothing beyond repair. And whilst the citizens mourned over no electricity and lack of service from the natural disaster- you were snuggled up on John B’s couch besides a shirtless Jj.

John B: “Yo, Jj, you been outside?”

“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk” Jj mumbled his arm slinking around your waist as John B went outside to inspect the damage.

John B walked back inside with a sigh and his hands in his hair. “Welp. The storm surge would’ve pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze- so it’s god telling us to fish. Up you get pogues.”

a day out on the boat didn’t sound too bad…