Gearing Up For The Apocalypse

It's finally arrived, the year of our collective destruction, and I for one couldn't be more excited. Around 703 Sackett St. we're making plans and getting ready. Eric will be heading south where he hopes to form a cult of personality in the Miami area. Through guns and superior fire power he hopes to control his corner of the Floridian peninsula. I plan to go north, as far from civilization as I can get, way up there in the Northern Territories, but not so far as to go beyond where the resources are plentiful. I'll live off the land, hunting and fishing in the summer and smoking my meats to keep them fresh and edible for the long harsh winter. I should start practicing hunting around Brooklyn to get into the swing of things. My primary means of defense will be the tamed wolf or wolves that I'll be living with. I'll need to watch that new Liam Neeson picture to get a better sense of how all that works. (Let me know if you want to go see it with me.) I haven't yet discussed plans with Kathleen, but I have the sneaking suspicion that she'll return to the U.K. to control an army of chavs which means she'll basically be doing the British version of Eric's plan.