Johanna Huden

I ended up going to a 24-hour drain read in Midtown Manhattan to try to get Cipro.

I ended up going to a 24-hour drain read in Midtown Manhattan to try to get Cipro.

It was going on and on. I was there for an hour. And finally, I was like, look, I have anthrax. I need Cipro. And it was like a real New York moment. People were like, give the girl the Cipro.

It was going on and on. I was there for an hour. And finally, I was like, look, I have anthrax. I need Cipro. And it was like a real New York moment. People were like, give the girl the Cipro.

I mean, anthrax spores... I was worried that they would be in my house or in my hair or on my body or, God forbid, in my boyfriend's house. And it's just this absolutely warped reality where you're looking at your coffee table and you're wondering if it could kill you.

I mean, anthrax spores... I was worried that they would be in my house or in my hair or on my body or, God forbid, in my boyfriend's house. And it's just this absolutely warped reality where you're looking at your coffee table and you're wondering if it could kill you.

It was such a pitiful moment, and I felt like I'd totally been used.

It was such a pitiful moment, and I felt like I'd totally been used.

They wanted me to write a piece.

They wanted me to write a piece.

I didn't see the copy before it went out.

I didn't see the copy before it went out.

and here i am on every corner of new york on every newsstand and on tv over and over and over again giving the finger to osama bin laden i mean you look up and see your photo and not only do you see your photo but you see yourself flipping the bird on the cover of the new york post

and here i am on every corner of new york on every newsstand and on tv over and over and over again giving the finger to osama bin laden i mean you look up and see your photo and not only do you see your photo but you see yourself flipping the bird on the cover of the new york post

I haven't looked in this a while. It's crazy. Fighting words. It ends like this. I'll be okay. Am I quitting my job? Am I leaving town? Absolutely not. I've been kicking butt in this town for seven years, trying to make it as a journalist in the biggest and best city in the world. And I will. Too bad, Osama. I didn't write the last line.

I haven't looked in this a while. It's crazy. Fighting words. It ends like this. I'll be okay. Am I quitting my job? Am I leaving town? Absolutely not. I've been kicking butt in this town for seven years, trying to make it as a journalist in the biggest and best city in the world. And I will. Too bad, Osama. I didn't write the last line.

I asked if my head was going to be in the picture, and they said no. They said my face wouldn't be in it. I thought it was some sort of close-up of my finger that had this cast on it. And then it was on the front page of the New York Post. And I was furious.

I asked if my head was going to be in the picture, and they said no. They said my face wouldn't be in it. I thought it was some sort of close-up of my finger that had this cast on it. And then it was on the front page of the New York Post. And I was furious.

I literally thought that some jihadist was going to scale my fire escape and come and just like slice my throat. I'm not kidding.

I literally thought that some jihadist was going to scale my fire escape and come and just like slice my throat. I'm not kidding.