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Friday, April 01, 2005

Even in the country city of Louisville the planes hit hard. I think self-consciencely I want it to be a joke. The comedians on the morning radio still sounded funny, I didn't believe them. "We are under attack!" The war of the world radio broadcast flashed in my head and I refused to be one of the thousands of people who missed the introduction stating, "this is just a play." I dropped my now wife off at her job and head to school. UofL looked different, people seem to be scrambling around, looking in the sky, some were crying, others shook their heads. I cut on the radio and check my secondary sources, my third sources, and many other channels that would tune in clearly. I walked fast to my car, almost ran. Thinking a plane could come down any time. The war could start any time. I drove as if the war has started. I swirve, and swive and never looked back, thinking that the police had better things to do. I picked up my future wife and we rode home to our 6st apartment. I remember feeling scared, the thought of death being around the corner. I didn't want to collect guns knives, or even food or water. I just wanted to sleep, hoping to wake up and this all would be a dream, but instead it was a nightmare.
I wanted just to make love, to have sex over and over again. I wanted something to take the pain away. I felt the same pain when I lost my first child. We made love as if we were going to leave each, as if we were on the edge of defeat, and next to death. I believed that we need each others soul and I tried to reach hers as she opened up. I remember when the first one fell, it look as if some one had pushed it down from the heavens, dust was everywhere, but through the dust, I saw the second building fall. And I was speechless. I remember seeing a person falling from the building choosing the fast death over the longer one. I don't think about what I would do for fear of the answer. But if I had to choose, I would fuck until the fires hit my back and I wouldn't stop until I felt the coolness of our love spill out.

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