I got past the hangover and now I’m being overwhelmed by my incredibly large, and growing, hatred for airports. There are people everywhere and they all hate airports as much as I do, and it totally fucks up the prospect of people-watching. Everywhere you look is the same thing. Mad person. Pissed off lady. Angry guy with his annoying son following behind him that will probably get his ass beat if he touches one more thing. Or probably not. He’ll probably count to three, but never get past two-and-a-half. And that will just irritate me because I fully support beating the hell out of children. Not because I think it’s an effective way to discipline kids, hell I got beat everyday of my life from about 11 to 14, but because kids are such easy targets. They can’t run very fast, they’re weak, and they continue to do the shit they get beat for which means there’s always an opportunity to beat a kid’s ass.

Shortly after I was allowed to check my bags for my flight home I took the tram to the departing gates and strolled around the terminal hoping to find a place to sit down with my laptop and get it charged so I could listen to music or watch a movie on the flights. Flights.