Word: asses
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...were in World Trade Center 2, on the 46th floor - and something hit about 30 or 40 feet above us. My buddy Andy, who was there [during the 1993 bombing], starts hauling ass and grabs me and this girl Amy. We ran down 46 flights of stairs. There were no alarms, no announcements. Nobody came on and said, "Evacuate the building." When we got to the bottom, we knew we had to get out but we didn't want to go into the street because it was chaos out there. Finally...
...were on Williams Street. I saw the jet coming at the last second, and kept walking east up to midtown where I am now. Here?s what I keep thinking about now: What if we had just stood around at the bottom? What if we hadn't hauled ass out of there? My friend Andy was the hero who led the charge down the steps...
...course, cycles have a way of coming back and biting themselves on the ass, and the potential disaster lurking in the jump in the unemployment number is that it will scare the consumer into closing his wallet. (And unemployment, lagging indicator that is, could rise further even as a recovery gets underway.) A falloff in consumer spending, of course, is bad for everybody - without customer demand waiting for them, businesses will continue to cut costs but not make anything new, and this whole near-recession wouldn?t be long in turning into a real one. That?s the bad news...
When 45 million people have broken the law, the law may not be an ass but it is certainly an endangered species. Most countries still hang tough on hard drugs like cocaine and heroin, but when it comes to grass, they go with the flow. Despite lingering strict anticannabis laws--smoking a joint in Britain can technically result in five years in jail--the way millions flout those laws is pushing European governments to adapt...
...Cheating" the mode is uptempo, plaintive but not gloomy, a little angry but good-humored. For all that blending of rap and metal and punk, they're still craftsmanlike pop songs, peppy, hook-centered, reasonably entertaining. None of them are insufferable, but the only one that totally kicks ass is American Hi-Fi's "Vertigo," which happens to be the lone slab of undiluted Cheap Trick-era rawk. It doesn't extend an olive branch to hip-hop fans with a DJ scratch, or to metal fans with a jackhammer riff , and who cares? You can dance...