Atl. How I love to hate thee.

In a traditional spurt of standby luck, I caught the second to last seat on a tiny airplane determined to weather the...weather. I flew out of Baton Rouge where I was staying with my dad and prepping for my asian adventure. Picture Bill Murray wandering eyes glowing with the shimmer of Tokyo lights, looking up at the skyscrapers and around at all of those short people. That will be me so soon I can hardly stand it. To Tokyo tomorrow morning, Singapore the following day and then Cambodia with madre and crew. I'm now sitting in the main atrium of the airport, charging up and waiting for my lazy brother to pull himself out of bed to entertain his sister. Oh, Atlanta. You are near and dear to my heart.