I fucking flew, dammit!
Sure, my trip wasn’t without clenched fists and bouts of sweaty dry-heaves in a locked airplane lavatory, but I can’t even begin to describe the feeling of elation I got when I looked out the window and realized I had conquered my fear. I was so proud, I decided to reward myself with another nip of JD, and maybe one more after that.
And yes, my girlfriend rewarded me with many pizzas.
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Jeremy Glass is a writer for Thrillist and can't wait to get over his fear of zeppelins.