Ignorance is bliss. Ever hear that?
Growing up as a kid that statement could never be truer. In my youth, responsibilities seemed non-existent and the only thing that mattered was what my friends and I were going to do for fun next. Growing up in Oneonta N.Y, I was into hiking, skateboarding, and the occasional leap off a waterfall.
I attended Center St. Elementary school until 7th grade, where I was then
enrolled in Oneonta middle school. After a couple years there, I was then off to Oneonta High School.
On September 11th, 2001 I was on my way back from Richmond Virginia, where I had dropped off a friend. Heading north on Interstate 95 I decided to drive through New York City seeing how I have never been there before. It was about six in the morning, and the city was pretty calm. I looked around and took in the skyline as if it were a fine wine.
I reached my home in Oneonta where my father had the day off of work. I walked in the front door and my dad asks, “where were you for the past couple of days?”
He reaches for the remote and turns on the television. “We're under attack.” He says. I watched a plane fly right into the north tower.
At that moment I was head over heels with getting who ever was responsible for these actions and getting to the root of the problem. I watched the North tower collapse and at that very moment I knew something wasn’t right. The time the towers fell, the way they fell, something in my mind just didn’t add up.
Having known Dylan at the time, he pitched me an idea of a fictional story about three kids who start to dig deep into the events of 911, and further come to the conclusion that 911 was indeed an inside job.
The rest is history.
http://www.loosechange911.com/company.htm
