airport shuttle

I don’t know if I’ve ever had a flash-back to a future event before Sunday, but that’s the best description I can come up with for the feeling that washed over me… I got onto the bus, and something about the antiseptic/mechanical smell and feel made me feel deeply that I was in the airport and on my way. I had to catch my breath a little bit there.

Ever wonder how far can young people go in petting and still stay within the bounds of personal standards and social mores? Or what cigarettes do for fun?