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i know it's not september 11th, but i just saw a show on the tube and i could not help but reflect. i know i am a kookbat and known for ridiculous posts but not this one.
at the time, i was making big bucks, buying toys, and lots of drugs. i got in a fight with the wife, and took off to the office at around 4a.m.!!! i'm in southern cal, so itthe time difference comes into play. a couple of hours later, the phones start ringing, i'm thinking the market is exploding and drooling like a buzzard. the calls are all friends of mine telling me to get the hell out of the office because "our home is burning". then i get a teary filled call from the wife saying sorry and to please come home. i can't believe what people are telling me. "the towers are gone?" i keep repeating to myself. then i think of all my family and friends in danger. they are all cops, fireman, and brokers. i have 3 phones on my desk and my cell phone. i speed dial everyone in new york, but can't get through. i got 2 calls through in 3 days. tons of uncertainty and fear. and i am on a beach across the world and can do nothing to help. i look to my mother for faith cuz she's a good catholic and always full of hope. she calls me finally and i say to her"mom, i think we're gonna get hit hard on this one", then hoping for encouraging words i hear from her, "i think you're right". not the typical response from my mom. as the days went by, i learn that three friends die, two of them close childhood ones.
my brother 'n law was not heard from for 17 hours, he is a cop who was assisting. i wanted to jump in my truck and blast back to new york. my brothers and friends urged me not to come, "you don't want to be here, stay where you are and be happy you're there". very empty feelings going on at the time. being happy was an impossibility. i can write forever about this, but i'll keep it short. where would we be without music and sports to help us through life? the way the yankees came back through the whole playoffs gave the city something to cheer about, and not everybody hated them so much all of a sudden. things are back to normal now-lol after that third win in a row at the stadium, i had pulled over on the way to work actually in tears, a woman came up to the car and asked if i was alright, i held up the sports section and showed her the "miracle yanks" headline with a thumbs up and she said she wanted them to win too. the drugs helped numb some of that incredible pain, and when i think about it now, i am greatful to feel all of the pain of that day. it's more real. and clear.
at the time, i was making big bucks, buying toys, and lots of drugs. i got in a fight with the wife, and took off to the office at around 4a.m.!!! i'm in southern cal, so itthe time difference comes into play. a couple of hours later, the phones start ringing, i'm thinking the market is exploding and drooling like a buzzard. the calls are all friends of mine telling me to get the hell out of the office because "our home is burning". then i get a teary filled call from the wife saying sorry and to please come home. i can't believe what people are telling me. "the towers are gone?" i keep repeating to myself. then i think of all my family and friends in danger. they are all cops, fireman, and brokers. i have 3 phones on my desk and my cell phone. i speed dial everyone in new york, but can't get through. i got 2 calls through in 3 days. tons of uncertainty and fear. and i am on a beach across the world and can do nothing to help. i look to my mother for faith cuz she's a good catholic and always full of hope. she calls me finally and i say to her"mom, i think we're gonna get hit hard on this one", then hoping for encouraging words i hear from her, "i think you're right". not the typical response from my mom. as the days went by, i learn that three friends die, two of them close childhood ones.
my brother 'n law was not heard from for 17 hours, he is a cop who was assisting. i wanted to jump in my truck and blast back to new york. my brothers and friends urged me not to come, "you don't want to be here, stay where you are and be happy you're there". very empty feelings going on at the time. being happy was an impossibility. i can write forever about this, but i'll keep it short. where would we be without music and sports to help us through life? the way the yankees came back through the whole playoffs gave the city something to cheer about, and not everybody hated them so much all of a sudden. things are back to normal now-lol after that third win in a row at the stadium, i had pulled over on the way to work actually in tears, a woman came up to the car and asked if i was alright, i held up the sports section and showed her the "miracle yanks" headline with a thumbs up and she said she wanted them to win too. the drugs helped numb some of that incredible pain, and when i think about it now, i am greatful to feel all of the pain of that day. it's more real. and clear.
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