I distinctly remember the morning of September 11th in 2001 in contrast to September 10th, 2001, which is a complete mystery. It had to be about 10 am in Bloomington, Indiana when I woke up that morning. I was late for class – too late to do anything about it, so I decided to grab an early lunch with my girlfriend, Katie (who's now my wife). I did not own a television while in college thus, my only source of information was the computer, which for whatever reason I did not turn on that sunny, cool morning. I did not encounter many people on my way to the little Chinese restaurant I used to purchase a bowl of fried rice for lunch (less than a buck, filling and delicious!), which I guess I thought nothing of at the time, but the restaurant was quite packed and very loud. I saw Katie, who looked upset.
"What's wrong?" Or something of the nature came out of my mouth.
"Didn't you hear? The World Trade Center was knocked over..."
The sentence sounded preposterous. You can't knock over the World Trade Center... but she repeated it... and I remembered the WTC bombing... Who was that carried out by? I asked her if they knew who did it. She said no. But in my head I just kept repeating "Fuck you Osuma Ben Ladeen."
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