I was downtown for my friends’ annual Whiskeymas celebration. I had a great time, to the point that I got a bit fucked up. So I left earlier than what I would have wanted — but such is life.
The walk from my friends’ place on Water Street to World Trade Center sobered me up quite a bit. I wound up walking through the old World Trade Center entrance, which brought up memories of what seemed to a much simpler time. We must never forget the 3,000 souls, who were lost that day.
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