I hung the flag up at the HQ today. Not sure what else to do. I’ve said in this space before all I feel like saying about September 11. I’ve more or less squeezed that rage into a bitter little ball, and there is really no appropriate time to release it. It would be much better for my own mental health if I could just let it go but for various reasons (One of the reasons is two years old, another is four. One is thirty-six) I have a hard time doing that. Damnit I hate 9/11, and I hate that I hate 9/11. Fucking terrorists.
Oh, and I changed my mind: I will be recounting Summer 2009 in reverse chronological order, starting with last weekend, and ending with a description of my brief encounter with CrazyTown (aka Yakima). Stay tuned as it will be here soon — just not in the mood to write about it right now.
