The night before 9/11,me and some buddies had a party at my pad and we got drunk and got high and slept really late...
I remember thinking it was a dream that I kept hearing about a plane hitting a building in New York,one of my friends got up and had the TV on really loud and I tried to sleep through it until I got up and he told me what was going on,I could'nt believe it and I thought it was some kind of prank,if only it was.
I was living in Mexico during that time and it was surreal to tune in to MTV and have Dan Rather and CBS News replacing MTV's feed for weeks,the Mexican news channels covered the 9/11 tragedy 24-7 so I could only imagine how overwhelming the coverage was in the US.
I remember just breaking down like 3 days into the tragedy while watching the newscast,a sudden rush of sorrow just overwhelmed me,I didn't know anyone who worked at the WTC nor do I know anyone in New York but I just connected with the horror those poor folks must've felt at they jumped to their deaths to escape the fire.
I still get chills thinking about that.