I only realized when the date showed up on the tv this morning
I remember that day
But for all the wrong reasons
Back then I was in active addiction
That morning I made my way to Dublin to go and get drugs
I was listening to music on the way
So I missed any early reports on the radio
When I arrived in Dublin
I walked over to the North side of the city to my my dealer
A hardened addict who was just out of prison
It never occurred to me to ask him why he was in prison
It's just didn't seem important at the time
The house was a three story red brick home
It looked ok from the outside
But inside it was a wreck
It looked like an ab abandoned house
But this guy lived there with his brothers and sisters
We went in to the bedroom
And shot up
There is no pretty way to say that
He needed to go across to the other side of the city
So we jumped in his car and headed over
I remember he gave me a bundle of money to count
It was at this point that I heard something on the radio about a plane crashing
I paid little attention to it
When you are addicted your life centers around the drug
And again it didn't seem important
That guy as since died from AIDS
It wasn't until I got home that evening that I heard the full story
But it wasn't until years later when I got clean
That I realized the full devastation of what happened
That this would be a day that history would never forget
That so many people's lives were effected
That it would change world events irrevocably
Today I am lighting a candle for the 2796 people that were killed that day
Do you remember where you were when 9/11 happened?
