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The doors are opening.....

The doors are open....

For those of you that are unfamiliar, this is the psychlogic drubbing that one takes when using the tram between concourses at Hartsfield International Airport in Atlanta. This is where my second layover happens to be. The dismally grey, chisled faces I encountered in Charlotte seemed to have waned a bit, but there is a fog of melancholy which suggests the angst of the weary traveler. I ran into a slight quandry, as soon as I saw there was a flight to Paris that left around the same time as my flight. There was a good five minutes where i considered the ramifications of this deviation in plans, only finally being waylaid because i had left my passport in Florida. Oh, what could have been. There was a wendy's in my concourse which offered subsistence which i found palatable. Near there was a Sam Adams bar. Again I was tempted. Alas i diverted my escapist and self-destructive natures for the time being. After going all of my life without paying attention to fashion, i have realized i dress better than 90% of the people here simply by not wearing what I slept in. And old women wearing trashy clothing. Disturbing. Well in three some hours I shall be in the wasteland known as new jersey. Toxic avenger pictures to follow

Location : College Park, GA,