Thanks, American Airlines, for sucking.
I finally made it home to New Mexico, where I sat open-mouthed in front of a Mexican food buffet and guzzled green chili, but it was a harrowing experience to get here. It began with a light snow. Actually, it began with my dad purchasing plane tickets for me, because he’s a benevolent soul and … Continue reading Thanks, American Airlines, for sucking.
They Call Me Fushilou 