email671.xml

email671.xml

born-digital

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2002-09-07

Dear Toe,
I'm OK. I even got a couple of days off. Joy!

I was walking through downtown Brooklyn on my way to work yesterday. I happened to look up, and saw the World Trade Center tower ON FIRE. Just the top of it, sticking up over the building across the street from me. I couldn't see anything else. I couldn't make sense of it. I continued on
toward my subway station, still concerned about meeting the deadline for a show being sent out that very day. I'd stayed in the office until 1:30 AM the night before finishing up. I overheard a car radio with a woman's voice
screaming, "Oh, my God! It just fell!" People were wandering about and standing on sidewalks. I began to sense I wasn't going to make it in to work that day. The hell with Blue's Clues...

This morning I awoke to a faint smell like burning rubber in my apartment.

Without a doubt, we're dealing with the most morbidly obese maggots alive. It's hard to remain calm and reasonable even when, so far as I know, no one I know personally was killed or maimed. My gut reaction is that these motherfuckers must die, whoever they are. Preferably in pain and disgrace. I can't get over the unreality of it all except when, for
instance, a glimpse of the new, improved skyline of lower Manhattan confirms once again that it actually happened. And I see it every day when my train crosses the bridge...

Anyway, you should come back for a visit sometime, if there's anything left to visit.

Love,
Maggit.


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From: xxxx
Sent: Tuesday, September 11, 2001 1:53 PM
To: xxxx
Subject: Fat Maggots
Message Flag: Follow up
Flag Status: Flagged


Hey,

Are you alive?

Toe

9-12-01

Fat Maggots