I had been asked that question only once in my life. IT occurred to me, right in that very moment, that someone else must have been asked that very question, simply by law of averages. I also wondered in that moment if they felt as irrationally annoyed by it as I did.

Where was I when towers fell? It’s just a bit pretentious. Where were you when 9/11, a thing that happened 20 years ago, happened?

Uh.

In school.

Dipshit.

But for real, who gives a rats ass where you were when something big was going down? What about the thing being down? Ever try not having the audacity to think that your own memory should somehow supplant our collective experience and shared history?

Are you dense?

You wanna fucking fight dude?

No really, come to the fucking Denny’s off the freeway. I’m sitting here, shirtless, oiled up, with hard ass nipples and I’m ready to fucking rock and ready to fucking roll. I will spear you with my tip nips, my studded studs, my big gamble, just fucking try it bitch.

Don’t ever ask me about 9/11 again.