The airport is a place

My hand is hurting a lot. My hand always hurts before I fly which I know because I've flown twice before in my life. It's weird, like a little cramp only in the palm of my left hand that I get when I'm a certain type of nervous---either flying or before a swim meet.


Josh and I have had four beers, which is precisely the amount of beers to have when you're waiting three hours to launch your body into, you know, the very high parts of the sky over, say, the very big deep parts of the stupid ocean. I'm not afraid of flying; I'm mainly afraid of dying in fiery crashes.



I'm a nerd, but at least I'm a buzzed one.