February 6, 2001: Uncensored

Lee stood in the window—I heard gunfire. She wouldn’t move! I couldn’t tell if she’d been hit. The floor became my path—any movement wasn’t quick enough to pull her down to safety. Struggling to look out the very window now in two thousand pieces—I cringed at the sight of an unknown woman having needles stuck in her eyes. My mind has created war—bizarre, strange and completely way out there to play with…I chose to wake up.