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It must have been around the year 2000 . My mom worked for an airline and I used to fly around for free, sleeping in airports, sneaking into the Red Carpet Lounges in United Terminals. On one such occasion, I found myself in the Honolulu International Airport. I had been sleeping there two days already, in hopes of an open standby seat back to the mainland. I was drunk and drinking with several male strangers (my usual past time) when I had an overreaction.

I took my arms and wiped the table completely clean. You know, one of those vicious swoops of rage you see on movies? It felt very controlled like a movie. I waited for everyone to finish their drinks, then yelled, "Fuck you!" as beer cans, bottles, little bowls of nuts and pretzels went flying. We weren't at the airport bar when this happened. We had left the airport and went to a strip club down the street. No girls were working so the men were pressuring me to get on the pole. I got pissed because in that moment I discovered I wasn't one of the guys. So I threw everything off the table.

Back at Honolulu International. I jumped on the next flight to Narita. I bid farewell to my sister who was trying to get out too. She didn't want to go to Japan.

Upon taking my seat in Business Class, I ordered a White Russian. (I saw a Business Man in Business Class order it once.) I rang the attendant button above my head about every 20 minutes. They had to have a talk with me. We decided I would be served two drinks at a time. One gay flight attendant handed me a bottle of wine in secret. I watched some movies and let out some emotions, took a nap and woke up in Japan.

I had no money when I got to Narita. Someone paid my train fare to Tokyo. The same person also put me up in a room(?) It was more like a giant drawer that extended out of the wall. Had a mattress and TV inside. It was a retirement hotel for old men, or something. I liked the drawer. It felt like Star Trek. Tokyo has a lot of light pollution, but in the drawer it was safe.

The next day I left Japan. I didn't know what I was doing there. Told myself I will come back when I have money. Then I flew to JFK.

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