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9/11 never remember

Monday 11th of September 2006

Oh I remember everything. I was asleep with Chris. His mother called us from New Hampshire at an airport in Manchester. She was bringing Chris' brother home or coming back from visiting him in Vermont. It was about 6. We went to the bean bag chairs and sat in front of the TV. There we were when the second plane hit the tower. There we were to learn about my hometown getting hit and the plane that was on itís way to the white house but diverted. And learning about people close to us and close to the people we love being killed. It was painful and so real. And it gave me cause to realize I grew up in a city that could be considered by many to be the center of the world and surely the source of so much pain and anguish and death and it should be and could be a target of some sort. Not for this murder, but for action and outrage. But I never felt like I was living in a target. I was never afraid. I roamed the streets at night alone, in the forests with my friends, drunk in cars with boys I just met but I never worried. I thought, that freedom that I take for granted perhaps is something that is truly gone forever. My brothers will know a world that is so truly different that I did, how can we even relate. But we can. We can relate that there is so much work to be done for peace for understanding for respect and for love. Itís the only thing there is to work for. I am trying god dammit. I am in LOVE WITH LIFE and itís the thing that makes me jump out of bed to get in KONSTANT KONTACT with my family around the world, to make music and records and laughs and do whatever I can to live life to the fullest. I will not let some asshole idiot in the whitehouse or in the hills of Pakistan fuck with that ok? If I die in a plane on my way to Madrid thatís the fucking way I want to go ok? I live in New York City because itís the best place in the world, I work next to Grand Central Station because thatís where the money is. Whoís gonna stop me from doing fucking anything? I wanna dance and live and drink and eat and make out and itís HAPPENING.

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