Like most everyone else... I get bubbly and excited when I know I'm about to get on an airplane. It's not because I know in just a few minutes I'm going to be stretched out in unbelievable comfort and breathing the fresh air flowing through your typical 737 cabin... but rather that I'm finally going to be reunited with the love of my life ... the periodical wonder that is "Spirit Magazine". The New Yorker can kiss my ass. THIS, my friends, is great writing. A literary blowjob for the brain. Let's get started...
(pg 23) - Hey, look at this! It's a list of America's Greatest Steakhouses! This is one of my favorite editorial pieces of all time. It's always good to know where I can get a decent ribeye next time I'm in Sandusky.
(pgs 27,28,34,46,55,58) - Did you know Las Vegas has hotels AND casinos???? As well as the budget to hijack an entire magazine with their advertisements? Seriously, who the FUCK is Danny Gans and why should I NOT want to kick his turtle-neck wearing ass?
(pg 65) - Great, some asshole has already started the crossword puzzle and in purple ink too. "famous Texas landmark". This jerkwad put down "SIX FLAGS".
(pg 78) - I'm glad to see that Ginger Ale has lasted this long on the drink list. It's an airline standard. It goes great with a $5 whiskey that comes the same size as a finger nail polish bottle.
So, that's about it for the interesting stuff. There were some article in there about time-shares and apple-picking in Michigan. But who really fucking cares?
Next week...
I review whatever document the guy sitting next to me has on his laptop. Looks like a sales report or something. He keeps catching me looking...
-Jonesy
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