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| How did I get here? Where am I going? It started one morning a few weeks ago.... I woke up knowing I had to get out of town, imagined myself meditating in forests and swimming in warm salty ocean. I mentioned it to Jesse and he said, "Let's go to my sister's on Maui!" Two weeks later, here we are on flight HA21 in a partitioned part of the cabin. The seats are large and comfy. We mistook it for first class but it's just an older arrangement, a holdover from when airline profit margins and seats were wider. I had two Skyy mini-bottles in bottom front pockets of blue guayabera and choked 'em down one by one in crapper next to Sea-Tac ticketing area, 7:40 a.m. It's my first time going through a full-body Rapescan x-ray. I'm clueless. The TSA agent instructs me to face left and lift my hands. "Simon didn't say," I reply. Ah, vodka working its magic. She doesn't beat me to death and I get through without a second glance. A man across the aisle has his hands clasped as he looks out the window. Is he praying to the mountain? I know I should be used to it, but flying's still amazing. |
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