I live in Queens and I actually slept through it. I was working at Barnes & Noble at the time and was scheduled for a 3:30pm to midnight shift. I was woken up at 11:30am by my boss calling. I didn't pick up and she left a vague message on the machine to call back. When I did, she said, "We are closing early because of the tragedy, so you don't have to come in." I was totally confused and asked, "What tragedy?" She told me to turn on the TV and hung up. The only channel I could get was CBS, and it was snowy. All the others were knocked out because they had transmitted from the towers. We still didn't have cable at the time. They were replaying it over and over, so I quickly saw what happened. When they talked about all the debris and smoke in the sky, I called to check on my dad because he worked in Brooklyn and had a direct line of sight to the towers. He was far enough away that he was okay, but he could see all the smoke and everything. I watched TV for the next 6 hours or so. I remember at some point W came on and said some bullshit about going on with your regular life, because if you stop then the terrorists win, so that night I went for a drive, got stoned, and wrote a poem about it.