I am also quite appreciative to the Sam Slaughter and Sheldon Lee Compton and the whole Revolution John crew for making it so. Excerpt? Word.
"I open the window on the back porch and begin pushing and prying the
plywood off that covers it. At first there is no give, but soon there is
movement, cracking, and a web-like splinter racing along the board as
it bends, then shatters in my bare hands.
I’m hit with a blast of muddy air as a tree branch immediately pushes
its way through the window, followed by the fecund, swampy smell of the
storm as it blows through the backyard, tossing the smaller trees and
bushes to and fro.
When the board is in pieces at my feet, I remove my shirt, wrap it
around my hand, and punch through the remaining glass which is hanging
before me like jagged teeth.
After step I carefully step through the window, my jeans and Air
Jordans still on, little rivulets of blood now streaking down my back, I
lower myself into the flood waters that are crashing their way down
South Mountain and cascading through the neighborhood.
I hold onto the window frame for one moment, then two, and then take a
deep breath before letting go and swimming into the maul of water now