FLEW BACK FROM VERMONT TODAY: And as slammed the fuck up against some professor guy who was heading out to Eugene to teach for awhile. Nice guy, even if I was up against him for some five hours from Newark to Portland. A long, sweaty flight. Sore butt. Dropped my pencil and couldn’t reach the thing a couple feet away. Devised a “grabber rig” out of puke bags, airline plastic cutlery and that illustrated emergency card. Finally got my pencil back after much “fishing.” That’s a Lockup: RAW term for all you jail fucks. See, television does teach.