I'm so punk, when I see a sign directing me toward the place I want to go, I refuse. Fuck the system that tries to tell me that American Airlines is at the second terminal on the left. I just drive straight home, punch another hole in my wall, and go back to the emergency room to have them realign the pins holding the bones of my hand together.
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