open your mouth, make a friend

22.april.05: in airports, legendary characters are a only a hello away. many sit next to me but i would have no idea. a boy with tattoos is showing me the scars of his handcuffs, telling me how he got deported for staying in america too long. he was born in england, lived there until he was 12, then at age 23 they finally caught him and shipped him back home. i would have never guessed, because he had a (can i say) THICK californian accent.

i asked him if he acquired it over the years, and he switched on his british accent to show me. all of a sudden, his voice matched his face, and the world made sense.
if it weren’t for epic chit chat, planes would have no redeeming value.