You Would Too- [Part 2]
We moved in around august, right before school started. It feels like another life, it feels as if six months ago, the person I am now didn’t exist, and the person I was then was someone on TV; someone I don’t know and never will. I had four roommates back then, Rach__l, Robert, Nathan, and Orgasmic. Orgasmic and Robert were the only ones not from New England, and that’s good, because when the time came for running, they had someplace to go, even if Robert chose not to.
School started and yeah, it was OK. We had the standard kid problems. Grades, homework, bills, unwashed dishes. It was a good life. I think we all appreciated it, and it’s a good thing we did. I’m glad I got a chance to have a little bit of a normal life at college before the world became hell.
In September, the attacks happened. I don’t need to tell you about those. I’m sure you’ve seen the news footage of the planes crashing into the world trade centers. Gaping holes in the middle of skyscrapers, smoke, huge buildings falling down and people running like it’s something out of a Godzilla movie.
Except this time it wasn’t a big green dinosaur, or a scary plastic villain from The Power Rangers. This time it was other humans. And really, is there anything that could be scarier, or maintain more ability to destroy?
So the terrorists crashed planes into buildings and blew up a few cars. Not to downplay the suffering of those first victims—just that, what came afterwards makes all the crumbling buildings seem like ancient Technicolor. Life moves faster as the human race nears the checkered line. Our government called it the worst terrorist attack in the history of the United States. This made Pearl Harbor look like a firecracker up the ass of a frog. Bush and the other government fucks spewed shit for a couple months about revenge and the loss of American freedom and blah blah blah.
We were stupid, all of us. For some reason, we though we knew what we were dealing with. We knew we were dealing with crazy fucks who would kill thousands of innocent people to make a point. We thought after a few thousand dead Americans and a shitload of rubble and blown up crap, they’d be content and leave us the hell alone.
We didn’t realize that this particular enemy didn’t want just to humiliate us, or subjugate us, or even to make us tell them we believed in whatever shit they believed in. No, they wanted us completely obliterated.
The first attack was just violence to keep the eyes of Americans on revenge, on finding the enemy, on rebuilding and comforting those who had lost loved ones. So we could all be distracted while they lay down the real attack.
09.14.01