Carolina Slim
Superstar
What was real weird, my nigs, was how simple everyday life changed in the aftermath, especially with talk about anthrax and bombings. My NYC heads will understand, and there was even a funny part of a Seinfeld episode based on this. Sometimes on the train, someone will be reading the paper, and then when they get off, if they're done with it, they would just leave it behind. There's always this pregnant pause when that happens, people waiting one second to see if anyone goes to take the paper, maybe even eyeballing each other. So this one time in the aftermath, after the anthrax scares and stuff had jumped off, this dude gets off the train, leaves his paper behind. Immediately me and this other dude started for it, out of reflex, but then it was like we both simultaneously thought about the threat of anthrax, so we both were like 
and fell back. We both kinda laughed about it, because we both knew, without saying anything, why we ain't want no parts of that newspaper.
Then there was the threats about blowing up tunnels and bridges. At my firm, if you worked OT, you could get car service home. For me, it was actually quicker to take the train, but sometimes I just preferred to hop in a car, sit back, and chill. Usually I would just tell the nikka to drive across the Williamsburg Bridge, stay on Broadway, make a left on Flushing, stay on Flushing and make a right on St. Nicholas. I see the driver headed towards the Queens Midtown Tunnel, which was a spot that they would pull trucks and stuff to the side to make sure they weren't packing bombs. Immediately I'm like
and I'm telling dude, yo, the Bridge is cool, and he's telling me, nah, the Tunnel is quicker, plus, we right here. He was looking at me in the rearview, and I could tell he was wondering why I was so amped to avoid the Tunnel. After we got out the Tunnel, he casually turned and said to me, "you know, it don't matter. Bridge or Tunnel, if they wanted to bomb it, there really isn't a way to stop them"
and fell back. We both kinda laughed about it, because we both knew, without saying anything, why we ain't want no parts of that newspaper. Then there was the threats about blowing up tunnels and bridges. At my firm, if you worked OT, you could get car service home. For me, it was actually quicker to take the train, but sometimes I just preferred to hop in a car, sit back, and chill. Usually I would just tell the nikka to drive across the Williamsburg Bridge, stay on Broadway, make a left on Flushing, stay on Flushing and make a right on St. Nicholas. I see the driver headed towards the Queens Midtown Tunnel, which was a spot that they would pull trucks and stuff to the side to make sure they weren't packing bombs. Immediately I'm like
and I'm telling dude, yo, the Bridge is cool, and he's telling me, nah, the Tunnel is quicker, plus, we right here. He was looking at me in the rearview, and I could tell he was wondering why I was so amped to avoid the Tunnel. After we got out the Tunnel, he casually turned and said to me, "you know, it don't matter. Bridge or Tunnel, if they wanted to bomb it, there really isn't a way to stop them"
how old are you guys
I remember getting 10 pretzels that day. Then the principal made an announcement over the intercom and our teacher stopped class and put on the news. Most of my classmates were 
but to be honest, I felt nothing that day. 
Maybe b/c I was 8 at the time and didn't truly understand the severity of what was happening but for whatever reason I just couldn't find a reason to care. Even now I have trouble caring or emphathizing about it. I just treat 9/11 like any other day and keep it moving.
are like 12 , I am 
tho 
