LAX you seem more tame, it could be the beers or the three hours of sleep I'm working on. Bin Laden is dead, yet I sit here drinking beers in your parking lot. So much for heightened security, perhaps it's all a ruse or it could be the Klonopin I popped before I left. Dare I smoke the joint inside my cigarette box? It's Friday night after all and to be quite honest I'm bored, I was hoping you could provide me with some entertainment while I wait for her flight to come in; no traffic, no cops, no delays. I'm not mad at you, I guess we're just getting older and more boring, I mean for Christ's sake it's Friday night and I'm hanging out with you.