I don't know what I feel anymore about that day. Last year at this time I was a complete mess. Had lost close friends and watched the towers go down right from my corner.
I then proceeded with a variety of empotions, all mostly sharing the hatred factor, and I went on a serious rampage.
It came to a point where I simply stopped talking about, stopped thinking about it, if someone brought up the subject I walked away or changed a channel if it was on tv.
I've ignored all the hype about the aniversary, and refused to take part in any form of acknowledgment. So the plan was to not even turn on the TV today, but around 4am I got caught out there.
Cosby just went off, and I flipped to the local channel and already at 4am there were firemen marching with bagpipes and walking from Brooklyn to Manhattan, and it got to me, and then more interviews and footage and that was it for me. I sat there and cried for about an hour straight.
A year later, and 10 months of solid denial, and I'm just as sad, just as shocked, and just as angry. I feel like it was yesterday and I still have that taste of it in my mouth that lasted a week.
Yep............ Bastards
