January 13 & 14

Plane

Plane

I’m wondering if my hip will snap against the armrest or if the armrest will give up first.

My hip is battling a war necessitated because certain governors of certain persuasions hate high-speed rail almost as much as rich people hate overhead, even in the air, and people of my ilk.

As planes shrink, the number of places I’m willing to go does, too. Maybe my means of surviving the oligarchy is to stay home.

No, that doesn’t sound right. My hip is streetfighter and the robot warrior it confronts is just a shitty CRJ900, which is “not yet equipped with WiFi.”