6 years ago, I was in bridgeport ct, working for my father at the bluefish. On the way into the office fro the parking lot, I ran into a coworker (reba). She told me that a plane had crashed into the world trade center. I assumed it was a small prop plane. Then 20 minutes later she announced that another plane had crashed into the buildings.

I quickly did the math in my head: one plane was a statistical possibility. Two planes was a terrorist attack. I vaguely remember walking my coworkers through my logic.

I spent the rest of the day in my fa(her’s office watching tv. I still remember watching the video of the second tower collapsing…and my father’s reaction. He was blown away. His reaction somehow confirmed the horror for me.

I went home and starting writing. Actually, I started rapping. At the time, I was into “freestyling”–which meant that I would invent preachy rhymes and scream them at the top of my lungs, usually in the privacy of my car.

I remember looking in the mirror at myself and just letting it flow. Most of what came out was a message of love…I believed that the right response to the extremism that bred these terrorists needed to be met with love.

I was a little naïve but my heart was in the right place.
Anyway, I tried to capture one of these ‘rhymes’ on paper, and I came across it recently while unpacking.

Nowadays, I have herbietown. I don’t need to drop rhymes to express my opinions. Cuz now I gots minions, no legions, of loyal readers, peeps be checking me dropping bombs, including my moms…

Sorry.

My thoughts are with the victims who lost their lives 6 years ago, and with their families.