I worked third shift at Motel 6 and I'd smoke a joint every night while I was at work, and then smoke the roach when I got home. I was at my parents' house because they have a gorgeous backyard with fields and woods and at that time of the morning, it's all little birds waking up and hitting on each other and stuff. Very sylvan, and perfect for smoking before going home to bed.
I hadn't got that far yet for some reason (I got out of work at 7) and the phone rang. I ignored it, but heard the message being left, which was my aunt telling my mother that my brother was safe because the Prudential building had been evacuated. I picked the phone up immediately and asked her what she was talking about. All she said was turn on the tv. So I did. The first tower was smoking, no one knew what was going on, and then the second plane hit.
I sat and watched the whole thing unfold, and once the worst was over, I drove to the liberal arts college down the road from me (Bates College; the three liberal arts schools in Maine are Bates Bowdoin and Colby; it's said that one producers lawyers, one produces doctors, and the other produces activists; Bates is the last one). I went into the chapel there (to look at the Aristotle and Plato stained glass windows) and told the old man sweeping it what had happened. He thanked me for letting him know. Then I sat outside and watched students gradually freaking out, calling home, etc. Then I went into the campus cafe where a bunch of students and staff were glued to a tv. I noticed I was standing next to a professor and I said to no one in particular, "I wonder how American academics feel right now." He turned to me, I looked him in the eye and asked, "Complicit?" I walked out before he could respond, and then I drove home.
I didn't get to bed that day and I had to go to work that night with no sleep.