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on all of you especially those queers Jackoff Herer and fatbastard cut :carto1710and paste jerk off.
you look like a rube A well scrubbed, hustling rube ... with a little taste. Good nutrition has given you some length of bone .... but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash .... are you agent Starling? And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed? Pure West Virginia. What was your father dear, was he a coal miner? Did he stink of the lamp? REMEMBER HOW ALL THOSE BOYS FOUND YOU? All the tedious sticky fingers in the back seats of cars .... and you could only dream of getting out, getting anywhere ....
I was the only person to post here from New York that day. It started like any other morning ... I was a little hungover and late for work. Left about 8:45. I was living at the Skyline in Hoboken, off Observer HWY. Had a view of the WTC from my bedroom. Working in Chelsea, for a publisher. 17th Street. There is a shuttle bus to the PATH train, but I usually missed it and would walk, as I was that morning, down Newark, towards the PATH station. As I neared that corner, were Newark doglegs towards Texas/AZ and the PATH station, a woman ran past me with a camera with some big ass lense on it. I could hear people screaming from Sinatra Park, and I thought maybe it was some political protest. I must have missed seeing the second plane hit by seconds (that's what the screams were about), and I remember a guy running, BACK the other way past me on a cell phone yelling "There's a second plane! There's a second plane!"
And as, I turned the corner and came into view ... I guess this was about 9:08 AM, I saw the WTC on fire, and said my first words that day, "Oh my God." There was a cop there, and everyone was freaking out and someone was asking the cop, "What was that, what happened?" and the cop said, "A plane hit the World Trade Center." and I heard a guy behind me say, "Two planes." And I turned around and looked at him and he was holding his girlfriend ... they both looked really scared, and I said, "Are you sure? Two planes?" and they both nodded, and I said, "That's a terrorist attack."
And I ran, to catch the last PATH train. I knew I might die. I think, by that time, about 9:12 or so, we all knew on that train that something bad was going down. In the car I was in, nobody said a word for that 15 minute ride under the Hudson. I closed my eyes and prayed. It was all men on that train too. Real focking men that were like, "City is under attack? Fock that ... I got to get to work."
So, I got out at 14th street and 6th Avenue, about 9:27 AM. That's the image that really sticks in my head. From Hoboken, 1 tower was in front of the other, so you couldn't really tell both towers were hit. From 6th Ave and 14th, they were like a landmark, representing South. You could clearly see both towers had been hit, and the city was just stunned. Everything stopped. I kept walking to work. I ran into a co-worker at exactly 9:30 at 17th and 6th who walked to 6th Ave to see what was up. So, I got to work about 9:40. Nobody I worked with was there. I called my Mom ... about 5 blocks away and told her to turn on the TV. I emailed my Dad, and told him I was OK ... and I posted on FFtoday. Then I went upstairs, to visit some other guys I worked with (reporters, journalists) and they were watching the TV in the conference room. They didn't know what was going down, something about another crash in DC. I remember backing away from the TV, and tripping over a dry erase tripod.
Still, nobody really thought those towers would fall, until they did. And about 10:30, the interoffice email went out that everyone can leave. So, I went downstairs and a bunch of people were out there anyway, all my smoking friends anyway, and I was like, "Just got an email, the office is closed ... everyone can go." and I grew up in Tucson Arizona, OK ... near Davis Monthan AFB. I can tell you, by the sound only, the difference between an F-16 and an A-10. Anyway, right about that time lower Manhattan got buzzed, and you shoulda seen people run for cover, one guy crawled under a car ... and I was jumping for joy ... "That's one of ours people! That's an F-class fighter. I can tell because I grew up near ..."
So, from there I walked the 5 blocks south to my parents apartment. That was amazing. I saw people covered in dust and everything ... I was pretty much the only person walking the other way. You'd think it would be impossible, but people totally got out of my way. My parents were already at the hospital, but came back to get me so we could start a blood drive. We were hopefull that there would be lots of survivors. There's gotta be some shots of it somewhere, but that was the saddest sight to me was these nurses and doctors waiting, all in white, outside the hospital .... with clean sheets and guerneys, but very few ambulances came, and the people they found alive were burnt, real bad. Some nurse/doctor came out and asked for a specific blood type, and then later came out and said we all had to eat, if we were to give blood, and I don't know where it all came from, but people started passing around food. I still don't know my blood type ... it's someting common, I forget ... and since we had food nearby ... we went home and ate lunch. When we returned to St. Vincents, there were still quite a few people around, but cops were pretty much just keeping 7th Ave clear for emergency vehicles, and they told us all ... "Just go home!"
So, my parents went back to their apartment, and I went back to work ... where I found a few others from Hoboken that found some info that there were ferrys out of Chelsea Piers to Weehawken. I guess that was about 1:30 PM, and we were lucky to get there early, because the lines became massive. We caught like the second ferry across. Then we walked from Weehawken to Hoboken. I was home by about 3 PM.
That was some view, looking back on Manhattan ... all that smoke ... it burned for over a month. We could smell it in our apartment. The smell of burnt steel still makes me ill.
Out of respect, I couldn't take any photo's that day ... but about Sept. 15th ... I took this shot from my balcony.
I soon found out ... that some guys I worked with ... that I will only name as Jeff and Andrew, were on that first plane that hit. My roomate's girlfriend ... her ex-fiance died, he worked in one of the towers ... she refuses to talk about it (she married my roomate instead, still my friend today). I mean, what do you say ... "Well at least you had broken up!"?
So that's my story .... and I'm stickin' too it.
P.S. I couldn't take the PATH train anymore after that and moved to Chelsea.
And as, I turned the corner and came into view ... I guess this was about 9:08 AM, I saw the WTC on fire, and said my first words that day, "Oh my God." There was a cop there, and everyone was freaking out and someone was asking the cop, "What was that, what happened?" and the cop said, "A plane hit the World Trade Center." and I heard a guy behind me say, "Two planes." And I turned around and looked at him and he was holding his girlfriend ... they both looked really scared, and I said, "Are you sure? Two planes?" and they both nodded, and I said, "That's a terrorist attack."
And I ran, to catch the last PATH train. I knew I might die. I think, by that time, about 9:12 or so, we all knew on that train that something bad was going down. In the car I was in, nobody said a word for that 15 minute ride under the Hudson. I closed my eyes and prayed. It was all men on that train too. Real focking men that were like, "City is under attack? Fock that ... I got to get to work."
So, I got out at 14th street and 6th Avenue, about 9:27 AM. That's the image that really sticks in my head. From Hoboken, 1 tower was in front of the other, so you couldn't really tell both towers were hit. From 6th Ave and 14th, they were like a landmark, representing South. You could clearly see both towers had been hit, and the city was just stunned. Everything stopped. I kept walking to work. I ran into a co-worker at exactly 9:30 at 17th and 6th who walked to 6th Ave to see what was up. So, I got to work about 9:40. Nobody I worked with was there. I called my Mom ... about 5 blocks away and told her to turn on the TV. I emailed my Dad, and told him I was OK ... and I posted on FFtoday. Then I went upstairs, to visit some other guys I worked with (reporters, journalists) and they were watching the TV in the conference room. They didn't know what was going down, something about another crash in DC. I remember backing away from the TV, and tripping over a dry erase tripod.
Still, nobody really thought those towers would fall, until they did. And about 10:30, the interoffice email went out that everyone can leave. So, I went downstairs and a bunch of people were out there anyway, all my smoking friends anyway, and I was like, "Just got an email, the office is closed ... everyone can go." and I grew up in Tucson Arizona, OK ... near Davis Monthan AFB. I can tell you, by the sound only, the difference between an F-16 and an A-10. Anyway, right about that time lower Manhattan got buzzed, and you shoulda seen people run for cover, one guy crawled under a car ... and I was jumping for joy ... "That's one of ours people! That's an F-class fighter. I can tell because I grew up near ..."
So, from there I walked the 5 blocks south to my parents apartment. That was amazing. I saw people covered in dust and everything ... I was pretty much the only person walking the other way. You'd think it would be impossible, but people totally got out of my way. My parents were already at the hospital, but came back to get me so we could start a blood drive. We were hopefull that there would be lots of survivors. There's gotta be some shots of it somewhere, but that was the saddest sight to me was these nurses and doctors waiting, all in white, outside the hospital .... with clean sheets and guerneys, but very few ambulances came, and the people they found alive were burnt, real bad. Some nurse/doctor came out and asked for a specific blood type, and then later came out and said we all had to eat, if we were to give blood, and I don't know where it all came from, but people started passing around food. I still don't know my blood type ... it's someting common, I forget ... and since we had food nearby ... we went home and ate lunch. When we returned to St. Vincents, there were still quite a few people around, but cops were pretty much just keeping 7th Ave clear for emergency vehicles, and they told us all ... "Just go home!"
So, my parents went back to their apartment, and I went back to work ... where I found a few others from Hoboken that found some info that there were ferrys out of Chelsea Piers to Weehawken. I guess that was about 1:30 PM, and we were lucky to get there early, because the lines became massive. We caught like the second ferry across. Then we walked from Weehawken to Hoboken. I was home by about 3 PM.
That was some view, looking back on Manhattan ... all that smoke ... it burned for over a month. We could smell it in our apartment. The smell of burnt steel still makes me ill.
Out of respect, I couldn't take any photo's that day ... but about Sept. 15th ... I took this shot from my balcony.
I soon found out ... that some guys I worked with ... that I will only name as Jeff and Andrew, were on that first plane that hit. My roomate's girlfriend ... her ex-fiance died, he worked in one of the towers ... she refuses to talk about it (she married my roomate instead, still my friend today). I mean, what do you say ... "Well at least you had broken up!"?
So that's my story .... and I'm stickin' too it.
P.S. I couldn't take the PATH train anymore after that and moved to Chelsea.
First off, what the hell? I'm not saying this to be rude but unless I missed something, what does your story have to do with anything on this forum or thread? Secondly, Jeff and Andrew are my brothers names. That's pretty fucking creepy man. Of all the names you could use together, you pick those two. Thanks a lot, Creepy McCreeperson.
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