In New Orleans I met two brothers. Homeless. They lived under the bridge too. They played buckets for change on Canal. The bucket brothers.
Just now I saw a sign that said “hurricane evacuation route” and it made me think of something they said….
The rich got out as soon as they could. But the poor…..when you’re sitting amongst everything you’ve ever had and you have nowhere to go…what do you do?
We asked the bucket brothers where they went.
They told us they were stranded on a roof for three days while they watched helicopters circle around them….”I waved for help. The fuckin pilot waved back. I wasn’t trying to be friendly. I’m starving” Sent via BlackBerry by AT&T