09-10-2002, 06:58 PM
I was bringing some stuff to my girlfriend at the time who was pretty sick and getting over encephilitis (yeah, like the West Nile thing). After that, did my normal Monday stuff, nothing too special at all.
My roommate on the other hand:
My roommate has this ritual whenever he was REALLY pissed. He would take the PATH train (we lived in Hoboken) to the World Trade Center and walk to the PATH station at the Empire State Building. It's like a 4 mile walk, and he said by the time he was halfway done, he was so tired, he wasn't pissed anymore. Well he was really pissed on the night of the 10th, his dad was having some problems that was really getting to him. So he decided to go for a walk in Mahattan, but this time, we took the PATH to 33rd and walked to the WTC instead of the other way around. After he got to the Trade Center, he walked around the mall in the basement because he'd never had before.
He came back around 3:00 am, a lot calmer, and said something really strange. He said, "You know, I wish I'd have gone to that mall in the basement of the Trade Center, it's really beautiful, and it's huge. What a nice place to walk around." He then went to sleep and woke up the next morning when I came running into the room after watching the towers on fire with my own eyes.
Absolutley true story, no bullshit.
My roommate on the other hand:
My roommate has this ritual whenever he was REALLY pissed. He would take the PATH train (we lived in Hoboken) to the World Trade Center and walk to the PATH station at the Empire State Building. It's like a 4 mile walk, and he said by the time he was halfway done, he was so tired, he wasn't pissed anymore. Well he was really pissed on the night of the 10th, his dad was having some problems that was really getting to him. So he decided to go for a walk in Mahattan, but this time, we took the PATH to 33rd and walked to the WTC instead of the other way around. After he got to the Trade Center, he walked around the mall in the basement because he'd never had before.
He came back around 3:00 am, a lot calmer, and said something really strange. He said, "You know, I wish I'd have gone to that mall in the basement of the Trade Center, it's really beautiful, and it's huge. What a nice place to walk around." He then went to sleep and woke up the next morning when I came running into the room after watching the towers on fire with my own eyes.
Absolutley true story, no bullshit.
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.
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Your pocket Bible will stop an assailant's bullet, but not before it passes through four innocent bystanders, a school-bus gas tank, and your genitals.