March 6, 2008
The explosion
God, I hate it when crap happens while I'm away. Hearing "there was an explosion" makes my heart skip a beat. Not that me being in Manhattan would have stopped the event. But it's my home. If something fucking big goes down, I want to be there. It's my home. I feel protective of it, fiercely protective.
Photos I took of the recruiting station:
I'm glad no one was hurt.