I
remember the day after 9/11 when we were all at the Turkey's Nest,
collecting ourselves and making sure everyone was okay, and listening to
the tales of a guy who was downtown when it happened. We were
dumbstruck as he told us stories of seeing falling bodies and body
parts; we all, including him, marveled that he'd survived.
But
the one thing I'll remember for all my years, long after I've forgotten
about 9/11, is what he said at the door as he was leaving. Muttering
under his breath, I don't think anyone else even heard him, he said "Now
after all that, watch me walk out the door right now and get hit by a
fucking bus."
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