Dear World,
If you don't stop having big problems with planes that make the news then I'm never going to fly anywhere. Even though nobody died and one woman "just" has two broken legs, that's still too scary and big.
You are a multi-ton machine that can carry thousands of pounds. So how can you possibly not be able to swat an incoming bird out of your way?
If I don't ever fly anywhere how will I ever get further than New Jersey? Then how will I ever become well-rounded and worldly? How will I contribute to breaking the image of obnoxious Americans who never leave the country? If by the age of 25 I haven't flown anywhere is there some sort of scarlet letter I'll have to wear? A fag bag, high-waisted acid-washed jeans and bright white sneakers?
Craig would probably say something deep and introspective if I told him that every time I sleep over with Josh I always have one huge nightmare and then after that sleep really hard through the night.
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