Breaking Into New York
That afternoon, while getting into my car, I dropped my bag. Bad omen. Oh yeah. I’m all about some bad omens. Aside from my almost getting strip searched (who’d have known there was metal in the hair-pull-back-majigger I use?), and Pete being harassed by a crazy x-ray detector guy, the actual trip was uneventful. Then…
That afternoon, while getting into my car, I dropped my bag. Bad omen. Oh yeah. I’m all about some bad omens. Aside from my almost getting strip…
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