I'm traveling today so I don't have time for a long post. Sitting in the airport bar 10 minutes away from boarding my flight home from SFO. Double Jack and Coke, thank you very much. And me without my vicodin. Can I squeeze in one more drink before the flight? Who am I kidding, I could squeeze in three. Room for lots of Jacks in here, the more the merrier!
I am not a good flyer, to say the least. I've gotten better over the years, out of necessity, but all that really means is that I've gotten better at concealing my sheer terror. In addition to my mental anxiety I face the very real physical reality of being a HUGE man attempting to squeeze his HUGE ass into a seat made for anorexic toddlers. As always I'm praying for an empty flight. Pity the poor motherfucker who gets seated next to me if it's full.
Last call, time to drink up and face the music. What a wimp I am.
you and Chester bit were in San Francisco and didn't call me? A POX ON YOU SIR! A POX!
ReplyDeleteI wasn't in San Francisco proper, I was visiting our animation studio in Petaluma, just for the day. Anyway I thought you'd be too busy getting you geek on with the other different thinkers.
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