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Comment by Burbia on September 14, 2020 at 2:44am

I was working the morning hustle with my stable of bitches. You see, a square likes to get something in the morning before his daily grind at his job. My bottom dollar bitch came at me short on money. I had to say, "Bitch, you best not be holding out on daddy." Thats when the pimp-o-vision in my tricked out caddy was playin the same shit on every station. From that day on, I knew I had to make a difference and quit the pimpin business and become a truther.

Comment by cheeki kea on September 11, 2020 at 2:11pm

I do recall that day Aaron, I remember arriving at work and the car park was in darkness, the business next door a bulk newspaper drop off depot would always leave the floodlights on after they left the papers at 2 or 3 am and so we always had plenty of light to see, but on that day early morning 12/9/ 2001 for us, I had a horrible feeling, I just knew the papers Hadn't been printed (yet) for some unknown and gigantically unsettling reason at that moment. The daily newspapers had to be out of there by 7 am. I didn't have to wait long till another staff member came racing in work saying an American trade tower had been destroyed by a plane and there were people in it. Another worker put the radio in the lunchroom and we listened to what was coming through on the news after that.