this morning #455.

this morning, he couldn’t shake the sneaking suspicion that he was forgetting something. after a shot-centric night out with some friends who lived in the city, he’d woke up in his hotel bed, blurry & unaware of the life-changing events that were occurring all around him. luckily, his buddies had encouraged him to buy a couple bottles of something called “vitaminwater” from the bodega. they swore by it as a remedy after a night out. he’d been seeing it all over the place, guessing it was an east coast thing. two bottles of “revive” later, he actually felt way better, well enough to hop in the shower & get his mind going enough to remember: call mom. forty blocks below, the towers burned.