Sitting in airports always reminds me of the first time I ever stepped inside of one. I was a little kid and my parents were taking me and my brother, James to Georgia to visit our grandparents. As soon as we got to the gate, James and I threw our bags and jackets in random directions and sat down to play our video games. “Boys!” My dad snapped at us. “Get your stuff out of those chairs. Other people want to sit down too.” My dad was nothing if not considerate. He was always getting on to us about not being selfish and thinking about the needs of others. Fuck that. I buy and sell people like him a hundred times over everyday. If a guy wants to sit down next to me, he can ask my permission first, and then MAYBE I’ll move my bag.