If I had any real fear of flying, I would find it difficult to take on projects but that doesn’t mean that take-off doesn’t make my heart race. I spent the better part of the last 3 days inside a plane, an airport or a cab. I am pretty exhausted but thought I should share a couple of images.

This was my view from the back of the little piece of shit plane I took from Boston. There was so much turbulence, I regret I hadn’t prepared a will.


In my lifetime, I would like to see children 12 and under banned from travel. I don’t care how the snot-faced bastards will get to see grandma or mickey in disney world. This little fuckface was whining the entire flight: can I have the bbq chips, I wanna watch a movie, I’m booooored. I fantasized about opening the emergency door, throwing his spoiled ass out of the plane and enjoying the rest of my Achebe book.