I had promised myself I wouldn’t get caught up in the 9/11 recollections throughout the day, but, living in Brooklyn/NYC it’s impossible not to.

I don’t think people outside of New York can really grasp how insane that day was for us here and how chilling the memory can really be. No one had a clue what was going on, yet one of the symbols of our city was standing there with smoke pouring out. Thew reporters said a lot, but they said nothing. We were all so speechless. Then that symbol collapsed into mere dust. Speechless.

Even after everything was done, it’s hard to describe. That feeling is gone now, but we all suddenly became so nice. New York is known for it’s hard edged personality, but damn, not after that, not for quite some time.

I remember the Yankees losing that World Series. That’s the only time I cried about a sports team losing a game. New York really needed that win. We just needed to escape and as it ended with no victory, reality just came storming back in. I was speechless.

To everyone affected by that day, my best wishes to you as you continue to try to escape it. To all these crazy conspiracy theorists (Neowin is full of these asses. Oddly, none seem to live in NY), you can fuck off.