My Plane Didn't Crash This Time Either

From a dingy bar on the lower west side. The subway rumbling beneath is a reminder to keep things moving.

Most of my strength comes in the form of an avalanche, late night heartache and new friends... These streets breed them both.

Threw some back with a gem, while exchanging literary heroes until sunrise. Refreshing seems to cover it all.

Airport security isn't going to allow me to check these bags under my eyes.

I check my cellphone before the alarm clock on mornings like this.