A story about... A Storm © 2000 Marg Frey, Bryce Graves-Hurst, Nahoya, Christine Schwab	NAHOYA	MARG	BRYCE & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & BRYCE
			BRYCE	MARG & CHRISTINE
				CHRISTINE & MARG
			CHRISTINE	MARG & BRYCE
				BRYCE & MARG

I know how it really started. They talk about the big, obvious things, like the kind of human activity that's causing a hole in the ozone layer. This particular earthly outrage began in Texas. You know what they have in Texas. Think about it. Air conditioners. They make the inside of buildings cool, yes. But they also make the outside of the building much warmer then it would have been. Waste heat from air conditioners sets up temperature differentials between major cities in Texas. Austin is the worst. And then what happens at nine and five. Rush hour. Doors opening and closing all over the city, mixing the cool and hot airs, changing the whole temperature of a city in just a few minutes.

The young punk clouds, the big ones with bad attitudes, hang around the edges of the city, waiting for that special time of day. They don't have anything better to do, so they float around and brag about how big & powerful they're going to be when that rush of confused air comes up off the city. Well, this particular time it had been especially hot... and the humans had been especially insistant about turning the AC down to 65. So basically you had a 50 degree temperature differential going on. And, as it happened, the punk clouds were also particularly volatile that day. A couple of them had cruised in from Vegas where they'd recently dropped a lot of dough. Another, a Californian who was in town visiting a cousin, was upsetting everyone with some rumor he'd heard that the sun was better at ripping people's clothes off than the storm winds. Anyway, you know what happened then. Austin was pretty much flattened. It looks like the punks'll have to find a new hangout.