10 September 2010

9 years ago today

right now (well, time change makes it not quite exact) i was getting ready to get off of work and go out w/ the ex, the roommates, the co-workers, the friends.

got my first cell phone. a red nokia. oh hai, why do i have a crappy area code?

drank ourselves silly until 2 to 4 in the morning. i don't remember. it was a monday. we were in our early 20s.

ended up saving our friend's life. he was late to work on tuesday. good thing too because about 100 of his coworkers died that day. 103rd floor of the WTC. he was one of two boys from birmingham, england that worked in that building. the other one didn't make it.

PTSD is starting to set in. i feel it in the forearms. i hate this feeling. and tomorrow, tomorrow will feel like it was yesterday. as it has for the past 8 years. what a godawful horrible horrible day that was.

and the day after that when the smell of death and old burnt computers and asbestos lingered in the air. i will never forget that smell and i hope to never smell it again.

2 comments:

Steve A said...

Never again...

m e l i g r o s a said...

my heart is with you
+RIP everyone that was there, and no longer is with us :(