I love this nation of fear. Caution is everywhere. Smoking kills. Butter gives one a heart attack. Sex, Aids, killer tomatoes and peanut butter all saturate the evening news. Mad Cow disease, Anthrax, and killer bees are nothing compared to the great deadly threat of post 911 terrorism. No place is this seen as well as our nations airports. It is often difficult for me to keep my composure in situations like these. I tend to be manic, animated.

We all have scripts. We follow scripts for life. There is a concept that at a certain age or a certain position or social status you are supposed to act a certain age. People determine their scripts. The soccer mom has a soccer mom script the lawyer has a lawyer script and the artist has his little elitist bohemian script. Each and every person walks around with their script. Now the thing about scripts is that you have the ability to choose what script you live your life by. Once an individual realizes this it can be a liberating experience.

I arrived at the airport more than an hour early. Checked in with the front and went outside to smoke a cigarette. I stood out there with all of society’s other rejects who were not accepted in the nice climate controlled environment of the airport. Just in case an epidemic of second hand smoke broke out and we all spontaneously died. Apparently that happens often when you smoke. I should know I saw the truth.com commercial all about it.