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Lacy, Toby, and Ella getting ready for the storm, we got a truck and heading for Mississippi and then Dallas. Time is running out and military everywheres and no one on the street. We weren't going to go? Ella was never coming back she said. She had already lost everything in Hurricane Katrina, including her mind. Jobs in New Orleans for the last three years have been a means to know where and slow. Miss Ella has to be going some where and slow is not her style. Lights, camera...Ella. And life in the ninth ward as Bywater Barbie in the mardi gras was aging her. Patron on ice please sir. Mike it a double. (written by Joshua Jones as he made plans to escape the hurricane in The Gulf and escape the life he knew too well.)