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Shotsie · 09-11-2012, 08:12 AM

I was supposed to be at work on a 26 story high rise renovation in Center City Philly, however, I overslept that morning cause I was out getting hammered on Two Street the night before - the only bars in the city where you can get served underage provided you have a union card - and so I had to drive into the city from Jersey as opposed to taking the train like I normally would. Anyway, I was driving down Rt.42 and the big electronic traffic signs on the highway that warn people of congestion and accidents and shit said, "Lincoln tunnel closed, Holland tunnel closed, George Washington bridge closed" and I was thinking, what the fuck are they broadcasting that all the way down here for? I knew something was up, so I switched over the radio to WYSP and Howard Stern was hysterical, "we're under attack!! We're going to war!! Oh my God we're all gonna die!! blah blah blah"

I figured, fuck it, if I'm gonna die I might as well be really stoned when it happens, so I got off the highway in Camden to hit up this weed spot that had huge 20 sacks of some really good mids - pillows, we used to call them. Actually, I wasn't worried about dying at all, it was just a good excuse to get high, ease my hangover, and I knew the cops weren't gonna be out with some shit like that going on. Got down to 4th & Mt.Vernon where the weed spot was at, they had their shop set up right outside one of those little Chinese take-out joints that are so common in the hood - you know, the ones where the Asian immigrant workers are barricaded behind a ten inch layer of bulletproof plexiglass and you have to slide your money through a little slot in it, and the only English words they know are "Phirry brunt, dutchmaster, chicken wing, chore boy, moo goo gai pan, etc." - it was a nice sunny day out so I rolled a blunt right there to smoke with Manny, the Puerto Rican kid who worked the morning shift on the set, while we pondered the unfolding events and their possible repercussions: would we be going to war? were other cities getting attacked? Would they reinstate some emergency draft and ship us off to fight? Manny informed me that he would not, in fact, be fighting any wars for the US government. After all, he was a businessman, he said, and he had a business to run. I nodded my head in sympathy to his grievance. How could I argue with that?

After that I called my foreman up and he told me that they had already evacuated Center City so there was no need to come in. Our local volunteered to go up there and help with the cleanup, but they said they were only looking for guys that could burn metal, so that ruled us out. All the Ironworkers wound up going up there to help out.

It was the only time, in my life at least, where there was a rare palpable feeling of unity among all Americans. For a couple months afterwards, everywhere you went people were nice and polite and respectful of one another. It didn't last long, but it was there. Then it went back to being a country of fat, selfish, greedy fucking idiots.

09-11-2012, 08:12 AM
Shotsie Confirmed User Industry Role: Join Date: Sep 2011 Location: 12th & Tree Posts: 1,208	I was supposed to be at work on a 26 story high rise renovation in Center City Philly, however, I overslept that morning cause I was out getting hammered on Two Street the night before - the only bars in the city where you can get served underage provided you have a union card - and so I had to drive into the city from Jersey as opposed to taking the train like I normally would. Anyway, I was driving down Rt.42 and the big electronic traffic signs on the highway that warn people of congestion and accidents and shit said, "Lincoln tunnel closed, Holland tunnel closed, George Washington bridge closed" and I was thinking, what the fuck are they broadcasting that all the way down here for? I knew something was up, so I switched over the radio to WYSP and Howard Stern was hysterical, "we're under attack!! We're going to war!! Oh my God we're all gonna die!! blah blah blah" I figured, fuck it, if I'm gonna die I might as well be really stoned when it happens, so I got off the highway in Camden to hit up this weed spot that had huge 20 sacks of some really good mids - pillows, we used to call them. Actually, I wasn't worried about dying at all, it was just a good excuse to get high, ease my hangover, and I knew the cops weren't gonna be out with some shit like that going on. Got down to 4th & Mt.Vernon where the weed spot was at, they had their shop set up right outside one of those little Chinese take-out joints that are so common in the hood - you know, the ones where the Asian immigrant workers are barricaded behind a ten inch layer of bulletproof plexiglass and you have to slide your money through a little slot in it, and the only English words they know are "Phirry brunt, dutchmaster, chicken wing, chore boy, moo goo gai pan, etc." - it was a nice sunny day out so I rolled a blunt right there to smoke with Manny, the Puerto Rican kid who worked the morning shift on the set, while we pondered the unfolding events and their possible repercussions: would we be going to war? were other cities getting attacked? Would they reinstate some emergency draft and ship us off to fight? Manny informed me that he would not, in fact, be fighting any wars for the US government. After all, he was a businessman, he said, and he had a business to run. I nodded my head in sympathy to his grievance. How could I argue with that? After that I called my foreman up and he told me that they had already evacuated Center City so there was no need to come in. Our local volunteered to go up there and help with the cleanup, but they said they were only looking for guys that could burn metal, so that ruled us out. All the Ironworkers wound up going up there to help out. It was the only time, in my life at least, where there was a rare palpable feeling of unity among all Americans. For a couple months afterwards, everywhere you went people were nice and polite and respectful of one another. It didn't last long, but it was there. Then it went back to being a country of fat, selfish, greedy fucking idiots.