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2002-08-19

Had to run to the men's room and make some little
Osamas...

So where we at... ah, yeah, ok...

I keep hearing about a "return to normal", and getting
back to or "seeking normalcy". Well, I don't know about
that. It's like Yogi might say "There ain't no normal
cause this is normal". Way I figure it is this the way
it is and the way it's gonna be from now on, might as
well get used to it.

One of the things that I told my kids was that the
attack on the WTC happened around 8:48AM and that I
wouldn't have been in the building at that time anyway.
I explained to em my - not one minute more than
necessary - philosophy, that if I had been there I
would've been standing outside having a cup-a-joe and
waiting til 9 before going up to work. That seemed to
make em feel better and now we have a deal - if I get to
work early I grab a paper and a coffee and chill til 9.
It's now part of my new routine. (Not that it would mean
any less danger, just look at that poor woman who just
died after sufferring for 41 days with 90% burns. She
was just on the street waiting for a bus when the plane
hit and drenched her with burning jet fuel). But if it
gives em some piece of mind then wtf.

Hey, did you catch my homey tellin Osama to "kiss his
royal Irish ass"? Man I was diggin that. I graduated
from H.S. with his brother John, the chief that was
killed in the attack. Always knew us Irish guys from
Rockaway had a way with the words. The attack hit pretty
hard back in the old neighborhood. I hear you can't go a
block without having at least one house missing someone.
I have the odd circumstance of having grown up in the
poor Irish neighborhood, yet in school I was in the
advanced classes with most of the kids from the next
door wealthy Jewish neighborhood. The Irish kids tend to
grow into firemen or cops (or both, switching between
the two is fairly common) the Jewish kids tending to
head into the banking and investment world (the Cantor-
Fitzgerald bond firm in particular). So it was a double
edged sword that hit Rockaway and it seems I had one
foot in each camp.

I also dug when they booed ol' Billary. Yeah buddy, go
home you carpet-baggin bee-otch.

And speaking of royal asses... didya catch when Rudy
told that little cock worm Saudi dickhead to take his 10
million and stuff it up his culo? Heh, Roo-dee Roo-dee!
In hindsight though I figure he couldv'e taken the money
and done something good and offensive with it. Some
suggest donating it to the Israeli Defense fund but I
had a better idea - blow the whole 10 mil on booze and
broads. Yup that's right, truck in a few hundred kegs,
hire a bunch of ho's and have a suck-my-militant-dick-
you-inbred-piece-of-shit party. Nothing shows
appreciation for a job well done better than buying a
guy a blow-job, dontcha think?

Some days are better than others, some days downright
suck. My brother's wife lost her aunt (a grandma with
one daughter and one granddaughter), my brother-in-law
lost one of his close friends (a 34 yr old fireman with
a wife and four daughters). Funerals, memorial services,
bagpipes, flags, moments of silence... day after day
after day. Mondays used to be the worst day of the week,
now it still sucks but the rest of the week seems to get
progressively suckier. I get some peace on the weekends
and actually like the idea of having recently moved some
60-odd miles out onto L.I., but here at work, smack in
the middle of the shit, the "bad juice" seems to build
until come Friday I've bout had it.

In trying to explain the feeling I found it compares to
the feeling you get in your stomach when you get
arrested and they throw you into the cell and ker-CHUNK
the door. It's the same hollow, pit of the stomach
sinking, whirlpool, ah fuck, type feeling. Hell, there
just ain't no gettin away from it, the news, the
newspapers, the news tickers, people talking... even the
ID card that I wear around my neck has 36 (yes, I
counted em) little pictures of the WTC in the background
logo.

Man if I could get away to an island for a few weeks
with no news it would be sweet. Just lay around and puff
up some fatty boom batty chronic blunts and wash em down
with some exotic little paper umbrella sporting
elixer... yeah that'd do it.

In the meantime, all I want to hear about now is body
counts. How many of those lice infested fuckers did we
send to hell today? That's all I wanna know. Fuck
coalitions, fuck the Pakis, fuck Saudi, fuck world
opinion, fuck the Northern Alliance, fuck the peace-niks
and fuck Richard Gere their gerbil lovin spokesperson.
And the press, a big hearty fuck you to the media. I
swear, if I see one more little robo-raghead chanting
about his ahkbar and burning flags I'm gonna take note
of the network showing it and head over there and take a
hot steamy crap right smack in the middle of their
elevator.

Ho

Wed Oct 24, 2001 12:52 pm

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