Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
Long layover, Part 3: Out of control
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Gone native. Eating
chips doused in cheese, roast beef. Heart
attacks, pounds attach.
Clean out purse. Rub Lush
Breath of God on wrist. People
watch. Tweet. Post. Kill me.
How long can I sit
nursing a small coffee ’til
I’m kicked to the curb?
We all crave power,
connection. Squat shamelessly
for that next tech fix.
Boingo charged me eight
bucks for all-day internet.
Sucker born right here.
Want my business? Give
me outlets, internet, booth
seating and, yeah, food.
At every gate
we jockey for outlets, our
iPhones running low.
Give up seat, get five
hundred dollar voucher and
first class upgrade. Win.
Randomly chosen,
I breeze through security.
Airport bingo win.