SLC Punks

So there were a bunch of Sid Vicious types in the back of the plane today. Tight black jeans, frazzy hair, safety pins, Ramones T-shirts, the whole thing. They were a few shots short of a coma, and not a one of them sat like a human. Apparently you can measure how deeply a person suffers by how contorted they are in a plane seat. Anyway, they were all dead asleep when we landed, and I had to go wake them up. Wow drugs are bad. And they weren't wearing underwear... it's been said that nothing's worse than fat repairman crack, but I will debate that.