Speedy Road to Nowhere (by T.A.)

Back when I didn’t need the legroom, Daddy always flew me First Class. This spoiled childhood spent in the first three rows left irremediable marks: to this day, even though I now mostly turn right into No Class at boarding, I fly with great anticipation. The ritual habitual between check-in and lift-off, the shiny steel carcasses of the giant birds, the forced smiles of the polyester uniforms: they all put my mind at peace. Vicodin and vodka at the airport bar never hurt either.