It’s 2:40am. I’m sitting at LAX, waiting on standby for a 6:05am flight to Salt Lake City, and eventually to Kansas City (a whole story in itself). No biggie, right? Right… if I wasn’t supposed to be on that same flight yesterday. Speaking of yesterday, I drank some coffee about fifteen hours ago. Life was so different then; things were innocent, pure, alive… Wait, am I really typing right now? I could be dreaming, and in that case, you’ll never get to read this.
