It’s not my Towers and I’m still pissed.
Yes, friends, I am on the ground in Lower Manhattan this fine September 11th morning. I’m at a pub a block from Ground Zero shooting a documentary. In the bar, the TV’s are playing the reading of the names. This will never not be hard to bear.
God grant them (all 3000 of them) eternal rest.
Stay confessed.
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