reflective reflections

Since today is 9/11 I thought I might flash back to where I was when the shit hit the fan... I woke up in Denise & Al's old apartment at the house on Jackson street above Skeet's house. I can't remember if they were there or not. We (Im thinking me & Skeet) had been partying pretty heavily the night before & my ex-boyfriend Thomas called from the Pizzeria around 10am to say that there had been some sort of terrorist attack & Indiana may be a target. I had no idea what he was talking about but I seem to remember getting up & going downstairs to check the t.v. & then I remember going downtown to the Pizzeria to watch what was happening from there. I can't remember why there was this thought Indiana would be a target. To be honest I really can't remember much else about the day except watching the same footage over & over... Im not really sure what to say, clearly shit did not go down ( no pun intended ) the way they say it did & that is disturbing. There are a million 9/11 shows on this weekend & after Ricky fell asleep during "Gone with the Wind" I decided to watch one. I caught the end of a show that was about heros of 9/11, 2 guys that got all these people out of lifts & down stairs etc but both didn't make it themselves. Ricky woke up & we tried to watch a show about children of 9/11 victims but I had to turn it off. It was too f*****g sad (for lack of a better word) for my current hungover state & Ricky was in danger of getting really angry. At the risk of sounding totally shallow, it was not cool-it does not make sense. My heart goes out to everyone that lost someone...Fuck George Bush & the horse he rode in on!