CashmereThoughts
Veteran
thats where i used to cop if i was shopping in my hood and not 125th. think his name was amadouMy bro had the bootleg a week before it came out bought from an African on 116 street & 3rd Ave
thats where i used to cop if i was shopping in my hood and not 125th. think his name was amadouMy bro had the bootleg a week before it came out bought from an African on 116 street & 3rd Ave
Had just crossed the Williamsburg Bridge on the M train after dropping my son off at the babysitter. I could see the towers in the distance. Nothing had happened yet. I worked on 55th between 6th and 7th Aves, so I was underground while everything was unfolding. Funny thing about NY; in terms of distance, it's nothing from midtown to downtown Manhattan. But when I got out of the train station, you wouldn't have thought there was a terrorist attack taking place a few miles away. It was like a normal day, at least by where I was. It wasn't until I got to the office and dapped up my dude at the mailroom front desk, that he told me "yo, a plane hit the World Trade". I thought it might have been one of them small Cessnas or something. I went downstairs to my department and it was hysteria. One of my coworker's wife actually worked in one of the towers, and he was frantically trying to contact her. Since lines were scrambled, there was virtually no communication. Misinformation all over the place. One broad was in the lobby having a full on panic attack talking about "they blew up the White House!!!" Nobody knew what was going on.
I had no idea what happened or how it happened until I was able to get home with my wife and watch it on the news. That night, I got up like 3 in the morning to make my son a bottle. We had the windows in our apartment open, so as I'm walking to the kitchen, I smelled smoke, like something nearby was on fire. But I thought it was odd that I didn't hear any fire trucks. I poked my head out the window to see If I could see where the fire was. But I didn't see anything. Plus it was quiet outside. No people yelling "Fire" or anything. Then as I started to get my full wits, I realized that what I was smelling was the burning from Ground Zero. It had an odd effect on me, having the remnants from all that destruction and terror be right there in my house. I couldn't sleep the rest of the night.
nyc looked like a movie set that day. Sheer panic in the streets on some independence day end of the world shytThe 8th grade, in music class.
Seeing all that smoke and the buildings collapsing has to be some traumatizing shyt.
No diss to New Yorkers, but how y'all felt when y'all saw that shyt?
Whatever happened to your coworkers wife?
Ironically thats where I was at as well. Going to history classI was in 8th grade, headed to History class, when I saw the TV in class was on the news. Didn’t really have class for the rest of the day (well, except 8th Grade Algebra), I remember going from class to class, watching the news. Didn’t understand what was actually going on until the next day, as the facts were beginning to be clarified.
After that day, the course of American history was forever altered.
Share your experiences, whether you have an interesting story to tell, or how it has affected US culture for better or for worse.
And please, don't let this devolve into a 9/11 "false flag" debate. I honestly don't care; people who are already convinced won't change their minds.
Y’all old as hell.
Reconsidering my life decisions