911 reflection in June

Why in the world am I about to write about 911 you ask? I have no idea perhaps it has something to do with the fact that I had to get up at 6:30 this morning which to me is the emotional equivalent to plane striking tower. No this is not going to be a tale of “Where was I when the tower fell you ask? Oh I was in gym and someone said blah tower and I made water in my pants”, this is a comment on a comment I heard in the afternoon of that day. Now in 2001 and I was 16 full of teenage angst and facts about hair metal bands that could cause Vince Neil to go limp in egg burrito. As the news spread through the halls of my high school, the teachers asked us to remain calm. Which for the record is the dumbest way to convey calmness because it only sounds like a command when an individual shouts it loudly with a whistle hanging from their neck and clipboard with a dent in it from cranking it against the skull of a transgressor that was causing un-calming behavior. Now I do recall being numb because even at 16 I could comprehend that this was a future shaping moment, sadly my numbness was shattered by literally the most retarded statement I have ever heard, and for the record I used to discuss poetry with monkey’s and 2 year olds so I have heard some dumb crap (chortle, LOL LOL,LMOA). Now I recall this for my entire life I was standing in the north lobby of my high school in front of the drama office and this officious cunt that was in my grade turned to her friends and said “My mom visited New York last year, I am so panicked that we need to go buy weed and smoke it. Like I mean she was there a year ago for a day, I think we need weed”. In typing that statement I understand that it does not come off as a truly blood curdling sentence, but lets break this down for one moment; This bitch had someone in her family visit one of the largest, most important cities in the existence of the concept of cities and visiting then after three hundred and fifty six days an international tragedy befalls that city and this girl uses it as sympathy to get sweet hemp relief while all of her yenta friends shower her with compassion. Why did I write this? Oh yeah to kill time between hits of coffee and angry poops. Thanks for wasting your time.