[theapportioner]

I was in my senior year of college in New York City, sitting in a thermodynamics class, when my friend broke the news that a plane hit one of the towers, then two. He had a sister working next to the WTC, and soon walked out of the class. Afterwards, I ran back home and saw the smoke and heard the terrible news.

I remember how everyone bonded together in the days and weeks afterward, the impromptu memorials in Washington Square Park and by St. Vincent's Hospital downtown, and just how everybody came together.

I also remember the sex orgies. Those were good.