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Tuesday, November 12, 2002
BOOM.
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I was in the bathroom this evening, and I heard some explosions. They were continuing for a while alternating between loud and less loud, and occasionally shaking my building. I got kind of nervous, pulled up my pants, and went toward the window. I could see smoke, and everything was glowing in flickering green and orange light. As I stepped onto my balcony, I thought, "This is it, they're finally blowing up Times Square. I'm going to have to put on the gas mask that my mother gave me, and walk across the bridge to Queens. If I survive at all, it will be days before I sleep or shower again, and I didn't even get the chance to wipe."
Stepping onto my balcony, it turned out to be a fireworks display. It ended, and people applauded. I can't believe how rattled I got over nothing. I would never have had a thought like that before 9/11. Am I like those Vietnam vets in the 80s, who ran for cover every time a truck backfired? Actually, ever since I moved to the north end of Times Square, I've been much more nervous about terrorism than I thought I would be. I thought that feeling would go away eventually, but if anything, it's gotten worse. And the truth is, if there's another terrorist attack in America, this is probably where it will be. It really doesn't help that they keep showing pictures of it all over the world in commercials, magazines, movies, and TV shows. Every time I see a picture of Times Square, I feel like we're saying, "Hey terrorists, please blow this up. This is the spot that America will miss the most. It's only been fifteen minutes since we've shown it to you, so please take another look, and this time see if you can spot a good place to plant a bomb." I know that really is going to happen sooner or later, and I was completely ready to believe that that day had come.
I gotta move back to the Village. I love my huge, beautiful apartment and its glorious views and its incredible location, and I hate to move after only a year, but I'm really not sure I'm going to renew my lease in March.
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