Nine Eleven

My alarm went off, probably around 6am. I don’t remember exactly, all I know for sure was that it was too early, and for some reason there was talking. I prefer waking up to music, so I was annoyed. Also, why were they joking this early in the morning? Something about a plane crashing into the world trade center, yeah right. It’s too fucking early for this. I turned it off. My phone rang, it was my mom. Mom: Have you seen the news? Me: What news? Mom: Turn on the TV. Me: Oh fuck. I saw the smoke coming out of the first tower. I saw the plane crash into the second one. I remember feeling numb. I remember walking up the hill to work. I remember all the TVs being on, all day everyone fixed to the screens. I remember no one speaking. I remember going out to Karl Strauss for my birthday with some friends. I remember feeling numb. I remember trying to have a good time. I remember not really being able to.