I have decided that coach class seating on a Delta 737 is quite possibly the most uncomfortable position in which one could ever find oneself. I mean seriously. I spent the first 45 min of this God-awful flight attempting to cram myself every which way in order to find some moderately comfortable position, to no avail. Somewhere between the tracks “Cannonball” and “Older Chests,” from Damien Rice’s O album, I managed to fall asleep, only to wake up with a crinkled neck and a grand view of one of the most inhospitable places on planet earth—somewhere over
Damn filthy mustache. What was I thinking?