Lights are flickering in the airplane window. I can’t sleep. At six-foot-three, planes are not a comfortable place, and I hadn’t done anything this morning to improve my situation.
Wait, was it morning? Where were we? What time was it? Whatever the answers, they didn’t change how I prepped for the trip this morning, leaving at 6am, LA time. That wouldn’t have been so bad if I hadn’t sitting in a California driveway with a dear friend the night before, drinking copious amounts of wine until 4am.
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