THE HURRICANE WITH NO NAME

So i respect that NYC area meteorologists are entertainers first...scientists of weather an extremely distant second.
they told us heavy rain and wind..................
.......yes they did say that. They've also said alot about the last few storms to hit this region.---Did you ever play pool with a drunk girl and after 2 hours she finally gets a ball to roll into the hole.....there you have NYC weather forecasting. When they get it right every once in awhile they have this look of orgasmic arrogance about them. If you want to see the look I'm describing...shop in Bergdorf Goodmans. Poor merchandising...even worse staff------------but onto the weather. If they had said "cloudy skies, intermittent downpours with a 60% chance of destruction....i would've respected that. I'm a guy that grew up in upstate New York (where David Paterson used to work) extreme weather is the norm. I'm new to this colonoscopy pull-out of the ice-age known as Long Island.....i can respect that proximity to the water makes forecasting difficult. After the destruction I witnessed today i wish i had heard somebody say this is going to be bad...not "Bad! Now let's go to the SPORTS desk." The second to last storm to hit us they forecast gusts to 60...and it happened....but they were few and far between.---Now I'd like to share with you my story of walking to the Sunrise Highway for cigarettes right in the middle of it. By walking I mean bending my wormlike body in contortion to the off shore flow of the low pressure system known as "THE HURRICANE WITH NO NAME" I want to quit smoking....I really do....but I ran out....and I like adrenaline......until I expericienced "THE HURRICANE WITH NO NAME". Half of my walk was ?....I'm thinkin' "yeah, i'm hardcore! come and smell my butt!" then......then......then i look up and realize the sticks that hold up power lines aren't very strong and they're waving at me like foam fingers at a baseball game 'yes i'm number 1!" (oh my god i may die right now).......so I'm on the home stretch....the store that has my nicotine is in sight.........so close..........so close.......so close.....then i see it. It's lying in the road. I want to call it a square but i know DMV refers to it as a diamond. I'm thinking "oooo somebody is going to have to---it flips up in a gust-'fine it will blow away' it turns into a flying razor blade that misses my head by a foot. I truly and honestly thought the wind was very loud until i heard that fly by my head. I was 200 feet from the store...my knees were shaking...i stuttered my story to the guy at the store who I've come to know and love and the other customer that was in there.....the customer said "Dayyymmm fuck that!" My friend behind the register said..........."You smoke too much."