I was at work, in a warehouse. My boss' wife had a tv in her office, and she watched GMA or something like it every morning. She screamed when the news hit. We all ran in there to see what her problem was. We were watching when the second tower hit. It was clear when the second plane hit what was happening. I immediately called my mother, who worked for FDIC in the Federal Bldg in Dallas. She hadn't made it to work yet, was still on the bus. She got there, and they sent her home. I seem to remember most of the buildings downtown closing down.
My son was 3 weeks old at the time. That day was so surreal. As was the following week. The night of 9/11 several friends and i had picked up a fuck ton of beer and being glued to the news channels. We had friends stationed all over the place, and were somewhat obsessed with the "what next" aspect of it all. I vividly remember 97.1 playing Seek and Destroy about every third song.
My son was 3 weeks old at the time. That day was so surreal. As was the following week. The night of 9/11 several friends and i had picked up a fuck ton of beer and being glued to the news channels. We had friends stationed all over the place, and were somewhat obsessed with the "what next" aspect of it all. I vividly remember 97.1 playing Seek and Destroy about every third song.
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