So I didn’t even really want to think about it, and living in Los Angeles, I almost felt like I was getting away without being inundated by the sad media parade. But after I had my cable reconnected after two months, almost immediately after excitedly turning on the TV to the U.S. Open, I felt it.
So whilst I couldn’t bring myself to ask any of my friends to write a 9/11 post, having never wanted to talk about it all that much, I now find myself wanting to try and express the feelings I had that day. I used to sit at parties in New York and be filled with pent-up rage about the circle of theater folk all sharing stories of where they were on September 11th. I don’t know why I was so irritated by it. Maybe it’s because I felt as though they were just a bunch of performance artists doing a circle-jerk of who had the best one-man show bit about 9/11.