December 2009
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excuse me mister?
It was midnight and I was standing in the waiting line to go through security at the Phoenix airport for the red eye flight back to New York. I had just finished throwing the 3rd FADER/Bacardi party in a row and was super tired and ready to sleep in my bed. Given the frequency I travel, I have quite the system for checking in and going through security. It’s clockwork. Little did I...