Six years ago the United States of America stared tragedy in the eye. It was a rough time with so many unknowns. Sorry for the understatement, but in a way nobody could express how horrible it was. I remember where I was when it happened, probably just like so many other Americans…and so many other inhabitants of this large planet.
I was on my way to the Toyota dealer before school to take my 1984 Corolla in for work. I think the head gasket blew out on me. My dad and I heard a plane crashed near the Pentagon. We thought it was just a little Cessna commuter plane of some sort. But as we sat in the dealership’s waiting room we discovered things were far worse.
We saw that quick spec of a second plane slam into the other tower. All we could do was hold our breath and watch. I don’t remember the ride to school, but I do recall watching the continued coverage until finally it became too much for us. We were on the other side of the continent, and very few of us had any direct connection to the event, but we all felt the pain and we all grieved.
The pain went away for me, but it still lingers with others. Some refuse to forget. Many continue to fight a war. Meanwhile my focus has expanded no further than the battle of Graduation vs. Curtis. In a way it’s sad to see where my priorities are, but at the same time I’m grateful that my greatest amount of attention is only being devoted/wasted on two mainstream rap artists that I don’t really follow. Just so you know, I’ve taken the side of Mr. West because you can’t go wrong with Daft Punk, Chris Martin and Steely Dan as allies.
