February 14, 2017:
Overweight blonde teen with spots and hamburgers, two of them, with double patties, waved around thoughtlessly under my nose while I try to be small against the window.
I was cranky already. Too many airplanes, too much unfulfilling work, too much crowding, too many times the guy behind me slams into my seat.
Suck it up. Rent and taxes and then you die. At least my guitars aren't homeless.