For those of us who were "there" that day, you need to ask yourself if you really "were there".
It was my first week of college, an already awkward and experimental time in any man's life. I remember throwing up in my bathroom sink on the day I left for school. What a new and uncharted place to be going to for such a long time, away from any friends and family you have known since your birth.
Events happen in order of appearance:
-Week One College
Find the "smokers" on campus
Find the "white hip-hoppers" on campus
Have my first NYC club experience at Sound Factory ...
wierdSpend the night and early morning in New Jersey grinding my teeth, trying to sleep next to a big sweaty woman, who will not stop snoring. Can't sleep.
Coming into the Lincoln Tunnel, "wow, the World Trade Center looks beautiful, I've never really seen it like that".
Sleep.
Students are calling in absent to school because all the roads are shut down.
The subways in New York have been stopped.
Apparently a small plane hit one of The Twin Towers.
A television gets wheeled into our class ten minutes later.
Watched the first building crumble.
Ran out of school.
Look to my right.
Smoke.
A Thick black cloud going straight up in the air.
This wasn't on the tour i took before coming to this school.
Spend the day not knowing what in the fuck is going on anywhere in the world.
Friends at home are sitting in front of their televisions, with guns loaded and ready for anything to happen.
"This is war."
Friends of mine I had just met in college had family members that lived and worked right near this mess.
No contact, phones are cut off. I can't get in touch with anyone.
Finally around 7:00 P.M., things cooled down.
We gathered together like a bunch of
naive college binge drinkers at a local bar.
Yes, a local bar.
Bars in New Rochelle, NY were rumored to be run by "special interest groups"
if you know what I mean, that allowed under-age drinking in their bar, with a simple college I.D.
My guess is that it's still happening now.
I may follow that up when I'm home in December.
Anyway, we were 18 and getting wasted in a bar on a Tuesday night.
Clips of the carnage kept playing on the old televisions in the bar.
Fuzzy and skipping every thirty seconds, I swear that some of them still had bunny ears.
It was a terrible place to be on such a night.
The D.J. turned the music off, and the lights down.
"A moment of silence for those who lost their lives".
My heart truly goes out to anyone who suffered that day.
In and around the
New York City area.
Dash Snow's photo exhibit from polaroid series
Photographs courtesy of Upperhands
Special Thanks to: NYPD, NYFD, American Imperialism in Afghanistan during the 1980's, WMD's, Code Green, Code Yellow, Code Orange, Code Red, My friends who lost family members on that day, Not being able to find an American flag hanging out of anyone's window today.
