There was some sort of calamity in downtown Galveston, Texas, and news crews from the network affiliates in Houston piled into town. But something went wrong with their equipment, and their newscasts became nothing more than thirty-second loops they used for promotion as the catastrophe in Galveston continued.
Rock watched from Galveston with several Little Rock Hash House Harriers. It seemed unbelievable to them that there was no television news coverage. When Rock awoke in his back bedroom nearly paralyzed by hypoglycemia, he literally yelled for help, but it was soon obvious to him that he was alone. "Where are all those fucking news anchors when you need them?" he grumbled aloud. Two tubes of energy gel later, Rock knew there were no news crews responsible for his dilemma.
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