I'm sick of reading shit like blah blah blah, I'm getting a job, college is over, I'm a working man, this is when the fun stops. Fuck that. When I get out of college I'm only partying harder than ever, I'm gonna take all sorts of pills and take bike rides across the city with hot chicks.
Hey.
On my flight this afternoon from Minneapolis to Cincinnati, the man sitting one row ahead of me on the opposite side of the aisle fell asleep on his own jowls. He was a fairly rotund man, but even so, his jowls were disproportionately large. I watched him prepare for sleep by kinda burrowing his chin down a little bit until roll after roll of skin folded out from under his neck and collapsed, landing on his shoulder. Comfortably supported from being nestled in his flabs, his head was cushioned and upright. He fell asleep almost instantly.
That man knows how to live.
Happy Spring Break '08 everyone.
