Apocalychristmas
For the past few months, I’ve been having regular, weekly conversations about emergency preparedness with my parents. This started because of the intense “hurricane season awareness” they undergo each fall as citizens of south Florida. Having lived through a hurricane (my mother is more than willing to tell you) teaches you that you need water and canned goods on hand. My parents built an emergency box in response to this need. This emergency box changed, however, after my dad read The Road. Now the emergency box is not just for natural disasters, but also for disasters of an unnatural kind, namely, the apocalypse. The box that held food, water and duct tape now holds guns, ammo, flares, entire medical kits and books on how to build electronics and recognize edible plants.
In celebration of the abrupt change in Pruett family mentally, my dad gifted me with an assortment of things to prepare myself for the coming end of days. I got hot pink mace and a mini-emergency kit as gifts this holiday season. In response, I gave him a solar powered battery charger (optimistically assuming, of course, that the sun WILL actually be able to penetrate our atmosphere of ash).
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