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Ugh. Every year.

It's fucking intense, though, 'cause now I'm in New York for it. These people do not fuck around.

I bet.

It's all basically a joke in Chicago.

Or maybe I just hang out with ass holes.

S'why I don't watch TV on 9-11.

I could just watch a plane run into a building for a few hours, add in maybe a few crying widows, and I'd have the same programming.

It gets more sensationalized every year, I'm sure.

Pretty soon they'll be claiming it was the Quintuplet Towers taken down by an Airbus.

Mm. I understand the desire to pay--tribute, I guess, but...

Well, actually, I can't complain, I don't watch TV, anyway. That's probably a big help.

I remember being pretty upset when it happened, 'cause I'd just moved to Chicago and I was like -affects southern accent-cities are scary, y'all, but I didn't know nobody who died, so ...

Daytime TV sustains me.

Chicago is scary, I say with absolutely no Minneapolis bias whatsoever.

I watched a lot of General Hospital when I was...in the actual hospital. It deterred me.

It's not that bad. It's like any city, you just can't be stupid. And don't sit down on any El seats that are colored green.

The only soap opera worth watching is Passions, and maybe them telenovelas on Telemundo if I want to see some serious bitch-slappin'.

Oh, I've seen worse, but...I don't know, I stick to the country, nowadays, which isn't a whole lot better in the wrong state.

Passions is the one with the doll?

Well, let's just say I didn't get this fine beating in the city, that's for sure. -gestures toward his nose, which is swathed underneath a crude splint. it is also clear that several of his teeth are missing-

Yeah, but the doll dude died. I kind of stopped watching after that ~~and now I'm kind of getting into "Guiding Light"~~.

Country folks do seem to have a knack for that. I had busted ribs and a broken wrist for a while...and a glass bottle in the leg, that was a mess. You medicated up?

Now I'm kind of wondering what would happen if I tried to get cable out where I live purely for that reason.

Shit, doll, that's rough. I got some Vic, but I'm on my last pill, and it ain't exactly refillable at the pharmacy. Best I've got right now is my buddy Jack's bastard cousins Evan (http://www.liquorbrands.com/images/Evan_Williams_Black_Bottle_Shot_web.jpg) and Jim.

Life without cable? Man, you ARE roughing it.

Aha. How're they working out for you?

Little bit, yeah. It's worth it, though.

That must be horrible for you.

A man needs his Maury.

That old windbag is still on the air?

Them's are fighting words, doll.

Oh sweetie, you're not worth breaking a nail over.

I don't fight ladies anyway.

Lover, not a fighter. -Though maybe he SHOULD be a bit more a fighter, as he's got one broken-ass face from being beaten with a baseball bat.-

Hmm...I'm sure you're right hand loves you back.

So what happened to you, anyways? You look like you took a dive off the Empire State Building and landed on your face.

We're inseparable, doll.

Got beat up. A jump off a building would at least have had the courtesy to kill me.

I'll just bet.

I think that all depends on how tall the building is.

Ten stories is all I need.

Yeah, it must be really fucking hard for you, man. One day out of the year. Shit if Presidents can get a national holiday, cut the memorial for this day some slack. *twitch - PTSD from living through that crap*

ooc - don't mind him - he lived through it in his backstory. Me? I am way more neutral. :D)

Cool your jets, man. I ain't hating on nine eleven, I just want my regularly scheduled trash TV.

*grins* Well all right then.

Sorry man, but I swear if I get one more person, saying 9-11 is tired old news, I'm gonna flip.

S'all good.

Then you should prooooooobably stay away from my friends.

And the Internet.

*nods* Yeah, something like that.