I continued with the story of my experiences on 9/11 down at the bottom half of the blog below.
The rest of the day of 9/11 became a but hazy between the eating at the deli, the fixing of my car and there after. I just don't really remember what went on. And I can't really explain why.
Its just, perhaps, like any other day 6 years ago that you try to recollect. Maybe you remember the exhilarating and outrageous moments of that particular day or something unique or special someone said to you, or the way you felt for a short period on that day for whatever reason, but you don't remember all of it.
Maybe the sheer shock and the constant watching of the news and the scrolling info across the bottom of the screen just outright exhausted me. Or maybe, I just need to be hypnotized.
Memories a bitch
The Mallet
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