Short Fiction

8:22 PM, Saturday, December 25, 2004

I already hate Ryan. What was I thinking? New York City -- between Christmas and New Years. I must be insane.

Of course I'm insane. I got to the airport two hours early -- for a 10PM flight.

The savages that run this airport think it's a good idea to charge for internet access. Why not? They charge $2 for a bottle of water. Sure you could drink from the fountain, except for the fact that they poison it. That's just speculation of course. I drank from the fountain to wash the Advil down. If I'm dead before I get to Atlanta, you know it's the water. Make sure the bastards fry for what they did. I was struck down before my prime. Maybe it's already after my prime and I just don't know it yet.

I'm still running on battery power. There are a few open outlets around. I should power-up before the bean counters decided to put a coin-op cover over them.

Jay just called from the parking lot. I will have someone to share my hatred of Ryan with soon. Once we get to New York, we will make Ryan pay and pay dearly. He should be ashamed of himself for taking advantage of a person he knows is insane. They'll lock him up and throw away the key. Unless he finds this and then it will be lights out for me. No way I could fend off a frat boy in my weakened mental state.

It's all okay though, my shoes got sent through the X-Ray machine and there were no tumors. They've got a long, full life ahead of them. Unless I get killed for them in New York. They kill for less in New York, so don't be shocked when it happens.

But back to being past my prime. That's a depressing thought. All the best days of my life are already behind me.

The fog is starting to roll in. If my flight is cancelled, I'm screwed. Kat is already well on her way to Chico. But then the trip wouldn't be cancelled, just delayed. Ryan would be stuck with an expensive hotel room and would probably try to extract payment from us. Hell, he'd sell our kidneys if he had to. But all we have now is the ramblings of a mad man and we all know you can't trust an insane person.

Well, while I still have enough of my wits about me to power down...