i just read this on a return trip from sweaty orlando.
On the flight to Raleigh, I sneezed, and the cough drop I’d been sucking on shot from my mouth, ricocheted off my folded tray table, and landed, as I remember it, in the lap of the woman beside me, who was asleep and had her arms folded across her chest.
neurotic brilliance, i tell you.
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DJ Ray Liotta said,
yes, pure gold. nice postery!