I arrived at Charlotte-Douglas International Airport in Charlotte, NC (no shit) before dawn on January 9th. After negotiating the ticket counter and the security checkpoint, I made my way directly to the bar. There’s just something about airports that make me insist on getting a solid buzz, even if it is well before noon. It’s not anxiety that causes this syndrome. It just seems right. After sufficiently charging my veins with vodka, I ambled my way towards my gate smelling like ...
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