An Airplane Flew Over Leaving a Thick Trail of Smoke

I have always loved being on vacation but always hated going on vacation, the days leading up to it, the getting there. Currently sitting in the waiting area of BWI, I board a flight to Detroit in an hour and a half, I hate this, the waiting, the boarding, the assholes who refuse to put their luggage into baggage arguing with flight attendants who tell them they can't put all their shit in the overheads, the coughers who won't wear masks - why would anyone anytime get on a tube of recycling air without wearing a mask even if these weren't plague times? - the taking off, the flying, the sitting next to a woman with a screaming infant, the landing, the assholes who stand up the minute the plane gets to the gate as if they'll get off the plane sooner for standing, I'm like this right now:That's half of two/thirds of the latest self-portrait, the torso, see the other half, the head, of the two/thirds here. I can't read in the airport, might as well type and give you the grid that's…