On September 11th 2001, I was a new dad trying to catch up on sleep due to my sleepless 13 day old son staying up the night before. I remember the phone ringing over and over. Finally I answered just to hear “We are under attack, grab your shit and head to the ranch!”
“What are you talking about, fuck man, it’s early”.
“Turn on the TV!”
“What channel?”
“Dude, it don’t matter. Grab your wife, kid, guns and get the fuck out of the city!” That’s when the second plane hit the towers.
I will never forget that day for the rest of my life.
