There is a hole...

September 11th, 2007 and the city is mourning. It is gray and raining. There is a hole in the ground. There is a hole in the bottom of my shoe. There is a hole in the crotch of my pants. There is a hole in the back of my mouth, where a tooth used to be. It hurts, terribly. My phone has been turned off, once again. I didn't get much sleep last night, and it wasn't because I was having a torid lovemaking session. Grimace.