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I had a meeting at the Pentagon that day at 11 am. It was cancelled. I was at work, and had been outside smoking when some woman came in. Her name was Lannie, and she was really cool. She and her husband had matching Harleys, and they rode them together. Lannie was from Boston, and she called them "Hawgs." She had a picture of her grandson, buck rear end nekkid, arms akimbo, peeing in a lake, back to the camera, that was an awesome picture. She was afraid to enter it into any contest for fear of being accused of child pornography. Oh, 1990s America... Anyhow. She told me some plane had hit the world trade center. I didn't really care, so I said, "Really?" She went on to say that they didn't know if it had been an accident or what. "Hmmm", I thought, enjoying my fine domestic and imported blend of tobacco. By the time I got upstairs, all poo poo had broken loose... The second plane had hit the second tower. About 20 minutes later, another plane crashed into the pentagon. People were losing their poo poo. Their phones were blowing up. Everyone was calling their families, or their families were calling them, or they were freaking that they couldn't reach their families. Et cetera. We all got to go home early that day. I smoked a lot of weed and drank a lot of wine watching the television broadcasts, even the home shopping channel, deal with the tragedy I had barely avoided. I was watching the home shopping channel because it was the only one that didn't have footage of planes slamming into the WTC over and over. I remember the guy was selling knives, and he was saying poo poo like, "Yeah, these are good for killing talibaners" and singing a little ditty that went "gonna take a talibaner, stick him in the eye" in this red necky accent. The next day at work was pretty surreal. Everyone was sending these email forwards around with pictures of wreaths and poo poo until finally the vice president, this hardass militant lesbian, emailed everybody and said basically, "Look, if you want to share that message, at least don't send it to everybody, poo poo's annoying and there's work to do." The thing is, there wasn't much to do because most of our contracts were through the DoD and they were kind of occupied. Anyhow, that's my memory of 9/11, hope you enjoyed it.
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