Italy having lunch in a Villa. Ended up being trapped there for days.

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.

sitting at work when i heard about the first impact on the radio. managed to catch the BBC livestream and watched the whole thing in 320x240

in the evening i was supposed to go with some friends to a Linkin Park concert but no one could tell us if it will still happen or not. so we went but when we arrived they were already carrying the equipment outside.

we went to a pub on the Reeperbahn in Hamburg were usually its completely crowded and tough to get in - we were the only guests. Never seen the whole redlight area in Hamburg so empty, not even the hookers were around.

I was holding my daughter who was 1 years old with tears in my eyes as i watched it unfold on tv. It felt like the world was going to end. I was seriously terrified inside.

A few days before a good friend committed suicide.

His funeral was that same morning on 9/11

R.I.P

I worked at Super Shuttle. I didn't do adult yet.

My GF woke me up and told me a plane hit a building in New York. I sat there trying to process it. A few minutes later they said more planes where hijacked and this could be a nationwide thing. I cursed that business would suck now.

Saw the second plane hit and got into my van. They told me to drive to LAX asap. I live 70 miles away. Fuck me! I got there and it was pandemonium. National guard (or something from California) was already there telling everyone to leave. Loaded my van up with people that lived only a few minutes out so I could come back and do more, and more and more... By days end I did better than I did last Xmas season.

The next day was supposed to be slow since airports were not allowed to let planes leave. But many people were stranded and now were asking for rides to places like Phoenix or San Francisco. One van loaded a guy heading to Saint Louis paying $2500!

I loaded some people going to San Francisco and more going to places on the way. Santa Barbara, San Jose, Fremont. Called my partner and told him to get a lot of sleep because he wasn't getting the van back until tomorrow and he'd most likely be doing a long trip.

The next day he got people going to Texas, New Mexico and Arizona.

So instead of making less money, I made way more.

After about 2 weeks and everybody got to where they wanted to go, or needed to go, it was dead for about a year. That was my clue to find out why it seemed certain people posted to places like AL4A daily and they always had the same codes on their links... what was that about?

So 9/11 was a major event towards me getting into affiliate advertising.

Pretoria, South Africa

Slept through that whole day ...

I was sitting in my 8th grade chemistry class

At City College in NYC. Could see the enormous funnel of smoke. I don't think the second building had fallen when they let us out.

Told a friend, wouldn't it be something if planes from Europe had done that?

I walked from 137th street to Canal street where the blockade was and turned back.

It was actually pretty annyoing because there was nothing on TV but that- and I didn't have cable

I was asleep after working at a bar the night before, my roommate woke me up just in time to see the second plane hit. At the time, I was in college studying to become a pilot. So not only were we watching all these people being killed by the attack, we were also watching our own futures go up in flames.

In 7th grade, waiting in the auditorium for parents to come pick us up.

I was made homeless. Calling up Muslim landlords and wondering why they were so distracted.

I was in the middle of a Star Trek marathon. My stepfather came in and yelled that the towers felled, and it was war.
I checked 5 minutes of live footage, and returned to Part VI - The Undiscovered Country.

Well, what do you expect? I'm Canadian.

i work up around noon, turned on the tv and was like whoa. went out and bought some furniture as i had planned but didn't sleep that night.

On Continental Flight 669 from CLE to PHX (to go play golf and hang out with RB)
Flight was diverted to Kansas City where we landed, information was sketchy in the air, but once we landed it was pretty clear what had happened. Took me a couple days to get back to Cleveland (rented a car and drove).