Tuesday, April 23, 2013

September 2, 1993

The only time I got scared was when I got chased up the World Trade Center, by one thousand marines with two double-barrel machine guns each. I ran up the stairs to the roof .  When I got there I looked behind me, there they were, all one thousand of them.  I ran to the edge of the roof and then I felt a boom.  I fell off, and that's when I got scared, not of dying but of surviving and being in such pain.

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