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2.09.2006"Hey so and so, do you know any of these 4 people?" her answer "yeah i know Chris. but who are those other people?" they were his closest friends. they were with him all the time. then the fun began. the electric went out. Liz was living on 14th st and i of course was in brooklyn. i couldn't get home and i was starting to get nervous because Moufa was there and he had to be fed. i started walking down broadway towards the bridge- we, as new yorkers, are starting to get used to that. but when i got to about Canal St there was military. Lots and LOTS of military. They set up barriers and we were not allowed to leave the island. We either stayed or walked into a corral which they decorated with cardboard and cut out red letters that said "Baghdad". it was supposed to be a joke. i really started to panic, telling them that i just had to get home to my dog. they were unsympathetic, shocking considering their senses of humor. i went back up to Liz's apartment, the entire time trying to figure out how to escape back to brooklyn. looking at the shoreline of the east river thinking that i could walk all the way around. i spent the next few days alternately panicking and planning my escape. I knew i could go get him and bring him back. one of the neighbors could take care of jbl's cats. i just had to get there no one seemed as concerned as i was. at some point i started yelling that it had been 3 days and i would not be able to handle going home and finding him dead. i finally convinced people to go with me. we would try going down broadway again. then maybe we would cut over to the shoreline and walk from there. i went up to liz's to change. i was looking for shoes knowing that i would be walking for awhile and couldn't be worried about my feet. I found my pink Paul Frank skull and crossbones sneakers and thought "wait, did i buy a new pair of these after i lost them to the high tide on Fire Island? My Docs...I need my doc marten's. I can walk for days in them." then i looked for jeans. by the time i got down stairs it was dark and pouring rain and my grandparents were in a car outside. i saw them and immediately started weeping uncontrollably. my grandmother advised me that this was only happening in NYC. A cab driver offered to take me to brooklyn but i was afraid that he would turn me in for trying to escape. I got out and walked. all of the streets were lit with generators but the insides of the stores and restaurants and bars were dark. New Yorkers were doing what they do during a crisis...drinking, laughing and carousing down the streets. I was trying to tell them that it was only in NY and not to worry. They were not worried. i woke up really anxious and desperate to remember it while figuring out what the fuck was going on in my head. .: posted by landry 10:15 AM
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