Current mood

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I was never a good flier, but I understood it was the quickest, easiest way to get from point A to point B. All that changed on 9/11. I even turned down a trip to the Canary Islands because I just couldn't face the anxiety of boarding a flight. 

Get a prescription for Xanax. I still think I might die but that shit works wonders for me caring far less about the possibility.

I imagine they’d find my boot and foot intact floating in the Pacific somewhere.