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October 30th 2011 9:02 P.M.

I write to you dear reader, wanderer, or simply curious minded from the shadows of my powerless home. As I write this I know little about the progress of my current circumstance. What I do known perhaps speaks volumes.
Firstly I know that about 3 A.M. on Sunday October 30th my power finally gave out. It was only after suffering constant power sarges and momentary outages that it failed. I awoke around 11 A.M. to find 35 Degree weather. It has been cold for some time but with no power it seems worse. In front of my neighbors house I have discovered a power pole downed across the street only held in the air by a few branches of the dense trees around where I live. While this is only a part of the problem it is quickly proving to be a great irritant.
The pole seems to be driving some strange long forgotten inner rage which, while I am well versed with my darker emotions, quickly takes the better of me. This bitter hatred burns for the Masshole drivers. The police taped off the street and blockaded the area to keep people safe from harms way but in their 'cannot be bothered to think about others' fashion I have watched car after car force their way through the blockade and breaking the tape ignoring the great danger to life that the live wires and potentially falling pole could bring. It is only a three minute detour no less, I have driven it my self may times, as the side street goes out four houses then crosses off and returns back again. The size of a city block and they cannot be bothered. The worst is the East Coast Driving School car which crossed not once but twice, with students in the car no less, out right risking their lives and frankly their jobs just so they can keep a schedule drive. God forbid that they have to work a few extra minutes.