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I was like 21-23 and was living in a punk house outside of DC. I was on the way to work when it happened, got there, and my boss was like "gently caress it, lets get to work" so we worked all day then went home. I remember taking a long hard look at my roommates and thinking "The FBI is gonna way over-react to this and I gotta get out of here". I did move out, nothing bad happened to the punk kids, but I had a clean bathroom at long last. I was supposed to meet my GF in CA like the week after to drive back to the east coast with her. We got delayed like a week and then took a very weird and depressing road trip back home. I did have a 3way with her and some chick we met in Vegas so 8/10 would 9/11 again.
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# ¿ Oct 14, 2015 03:39 |
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# ¿ May 17, 2024 15:47 |