Its scary that we don't remember things that happend last week, 9/11 was 10 years ago, and I still remember every detail of that day. I think every American was scarred that day, but its a scar that made us stronger to move forward.
I was just thinking about this. I can't remember a single fuckin day since then, but I remember that day down to a gnat's ass. I remember it more than any Christmas, New Year, birthday, wedding or funeral since then. I'm not sure why. I guess it says something about the power of mass media and the trauma it can cause when it acts normal for 21 years of your life and then goes completely apeshit bananas.
My girlfriend called and woke me up at 6:30 am and told me to turn on the TV. Being a fan of conspiracy theory prior to 9-11 (l33t), by 7:30 am I was standing in a long line outside a gun store, which wasn't opening 'til 9. (I wanted to buy gas masks, because I thought "they" were gonna spray the west coast with germs, but the owner came out and told everyone to get fuckin lost. Much redneck grumbling.) After that, I picked her up and went home and we watched TV for a few hours. Finally when nothing after the Pentagon got blown up for a few hours, we decided to just have sex the rest of the day because the world was probably ending. After that, we went to her house and I announced to her parents I was taking her to a remote place up the coast in the mountains so we could carry on civilization. They didn't like that much. After 4 hours of fighting with them, we got hungry and gave up, so we decided to go get some food. We ended up needing entertainment, so we got really high and had some more sex in a parking lot and then we went and saw Evolution. We were the only two people in the theater, but even though it wasn't funny we found ourselves laughing our asses off at David Duchovny. I think we just needed a rise. I remember thinking I'd never forget that day...