Japheth
I’ve never liked flying. Firstly, I’m too tall. I don’t fit in the economy class seats, I end up eating my knees for the whole flight, and I feel sorry for the poor bastards who have to sit next to me, because my shoulders end up in their seat-space. Flying the tiny Cessna wasn’t much better, even though the seats were marginally more comfortable. I felt like I was soaring through the clouds in a tin-can. And although Albert was an excellent and experienced pilot, I felt like we would be blown out of the sky by the strong air currents we encountered as we passed over the mountains.
Thankfully, we bounced down safely on a private runway just a short distance outside of New York City, and Albert hooked me up with a driver to take me to the Remmington Hotel.
I threw my cru
