Topix Underground

It's crazy how big the Detroit airport is. Detroit isn't even that big of a city anymore. Most of it's in ruins. I can't handle going there. That alone prevents me from flying. The thought of flying into the side of a mountain and bursting into flames or being blown up by a crazed muslim doesn't faze me. But trying to park my car at the airport's a deal breaker. The whole scene's a nightmare. I used to drink at the airport, on the plane (and  in the bathroom of the plane with the pint in my backpack). I also would take valium sometimes and pack a cigarette pack with 20 machine-rolled marijuana cigarettes for the trip. That was pre-muslim flying.  I haven't been inside the belly of the beast since before 9/11/01. I'm out.  The soulless bastards also ruined Canada for me. Now they treat that shit like an international border instead of just a toll booth.

That is where I sat watching out the window as they brought my, and only my, luggage out on a cart and left it sit. I spent the time waiting for a connecting flight wondering if my kit would make it onto the plane with me.   It did.