Author: BudBurnerBudBurner Date: Sep 11, 2008 17:34
I suppose lots of folks remember what they were doing when
things really got out of hand and the debacle that is 9-11-01
happened. I remember going home that night and sitting out in the
yard, late and in the dark, smoking a fattie and wondering wtf just
happened. Stoned, letting my mind free itself from the confines of the
news reports and conjecture, things began to register in a familiar
sequence. So odd, not an airplane visable in the sky, all commercial
avaition grounded. You would hear the occasional sound of a jet, but
those were military planes and *nobody* had their navigation lights
on. NOBODY. Scary, that first night, wondering if we were at war and
with who. Wondering what the government had decided to do to protect
us. And against who.
It was a freaky feeling, having something like that happen
and all of the confusion in the wake. As things became clearer in the
following days, the drum beat began to get retribution against the
group unknown to most of us, the shadowy "terrorists". Who were these
"terrorists" and what was their gripe?
And all the while, there was this undercurrent. This subtle
feeling that things were not quite as they seemed. While battling that
"waiting for the other shoe to fall" feeling, suddenly finding ...
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