[over the mountain]

I was in my first year of law school in san diego. had a small apartment downtown on top of a hill. the airport in san diego is right next to downtown so my apartment was literally right next to/under the flight path for planes landing.

when the planes flew by I could see the bolts, whether there was a blond or brunnette sitting in the window, the planes shook my apartment everytime a plane flew by, you had to put calls on hold b/c you couldnt talk on the phone fromt he noise.

a plane passed my apartment probabaly once every 3-7 mins. domestic planes flew regularly from aoubt 5 am to 10 pm. after that only international planes.

on 9/11 around 6ish am i am dead asleep. my phone is ringing, i dont answer it. phone rings again, i dont answer it. thrid time i pick up the phone and scream a profanity laced tirade. it was my brother from the DC area. he said some things aobut a plane and towers, i cursed some more, he said just turn on the tv.

im lying in bed, trying to go to sleep, trying to decipher what he was saying in my morning daze. i then dont hear any planes go by. this was strange.

turn on the tv, the rest is history. went to my morning class, we had a discussion session, school was closed for the rest of the day.

went to a dive bar, got drunk, talked with a guy on a business trip from NYC, saw all the cops on every street corner.