Soul Meets Body

By admin | July 24, 2005 | Comments Off on Soul Meets Body

I checked my last Xanax through to Logan before I could choke it down. I’m in seat 3A of an eight-seat Cessna 402, a plane only slightly larger than a station wagon. I’m not quite white knuckling this puddle jump between Nantucket and Boston, but I am uncomfortable. I am remarkably lucid. Too lucid. There…

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