LDPH
Once on a business trip to lost vegas I went to an airport lounge and drank three glasses of chardonnay for free. With my boss.
Airport lounges didn't exist for me until then. They were just a figment of my imagination behind some frosted glass doors. Doors that opened on occasion while I scuffled by in the terminal, and I caught a glimpse of nice lighting and a receptionist in a crisp white shirt.
Wealth to pry us out of our poverty into another stupor. I didn’t ask for the dissonance as interest. Loan me your life for your time and your health and your sanity. Consume away your fear.