September 18th, 2008.
“It’s going down!” my buddy Chardmo yells.
I am awake.
“What’s going down?”
“The shit is hitting the fan!”
“When?” I mumble.
“Right fucking now! Let’s go! Move, Bitch! NYC for life!!”
I arise from my single bed that I have been sharing with Chardmo. My body comes alive. I can hear CNN rolling on our hotel’s Samsung TV set. I have no idea what the reporter is talking about. However, I can tell by his tone that the economic
excitement that kicked off this week is still in full effect.
“Let’s move!”
“Jesus. Alright. What’s the rush?” I mutter walking to the shower.
“Lehman Brothers. Wall Street. Now.”
...
Lehman Brothers was the same as the days before. Police barriers, reporters, camera crews littered the entrance of their corporate lobby. We walked by, making stupid comments, “Nice one guys.” We stood there for a minute; it felt a little strange. I thought maybe we should lay down some flowers.
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