A prophet is not recognized in his own land, but once in a while you’ll have a layover in some strange airport, like Frankfurt, and you’ll hear your name, and you look up and it’s that guy Jason something behind you on the X-ray line you took that one seminar with sophomore year, and you’ll find out he actually lives in your city, but Frankfurt, of all places, is where you run into each other, so you make plans to get a drink when you’re back home, but you both know it’s just out of politeness because you never really liked each other in the first place and he had this annoying habit of answering his own questions in that seminar.
July 25, 2011
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