Creed posted a new post over at Creed Thoughts.
It’s been a long time since I took a flight anywhere. Legally, that is. Usually I throw on my “aircraft mechanic” coveralls (which is just my Michael Meyer’s Halloween costume), tell everybody I’m fixing the air-conditioning on an Airbus 340, head for the tarmac and hop into somebody’s luggage before it’s loaded into the belly of the beast. But I’ve been dealing with a torn ACL after joining this break-dance circle at a bar mitzvah I crashed last month, and there was no way I’d be able to stay in somebody’s suitcase for hours crouched up like a giant in a Japanese apartment. So I booked a flight the old-fashioned way: I hid in the airport bathroom and waited for some chump to put his carry-on down, stole his tickets and wallet and bada bing bada boom – Ol’ Creedy’s got himself a business flight to San Jose.