BLOODCLOTH...when I woke up, everything was blurry and sick.

I stumbled around for a while, sometimes into the traffic where people stuck their heads out of windows and screamed at me about carrots and Bugs Bunny and the Playboy mansion.

I looked up and noticed a giant CUP-A-SOUP container balanced on top of the huge Panasonic televison screen.

There was steam coming out of it.

And then, just like that I started thinking about white terrorists.

People like Timothy McVeigh.

He was a very bad man wasn't he?

I mean, how was that for a BIG BOMB?

White guy pulls up a van loaded with fertilizer and parks it in front of a Federal building. Next thing you know...

BOOM!

He demolishes the entire building and everything in it.

I wondered how a bomb like that might look right here in the middle of Times Square on a busy night.

A night like New Years Eve 1999.

It wasn't the first time I was thinking of the possibility of a terrorist attack in Times Square on the millenium New Years, but for the first time, I felt very sure that it is going to happen.

I'm not sure if it was because I was drunk and feeling slightly paranoid, but I was sure.

Suddenly someone whipped a can of beer out of a moving car and I got clapped in the head.

I crumpled onto the sidewalk like a load of dirty laundry and rolled over onto my back.

Out of the corner of my eye I caught another glimpse of the giant CUP-A-SOUP thing and I thought to myself:

I wonder what they use to make the steam?