I have a propensity to come down with nasty cold-like symptoms my first days in N.Y. due to what I believe to be the poor air quality. I love this city but it's not uncommon for me to need a couple of days to acclimate. So mom and dad take me to the drug store and auntie Lona takes me to the drug store, cause I'm not well! The more it's said the more it becomes truth. A possible theme on this trip perhaps?
Each tissue issued is further confirmation of my impending bleak end. So anyways I'm a walking pharmacy at this point, not really complaining. The morning of our flight I get the syrup, you know, the kind those gangsters rap about in those videos with the girls shaking everything. It's an 8oz bottle of the stuff, so I can't take it on the plane right? Throughout the day I'm taking the prescribed amount, with the intention of bringing it all the way up to security at JFK and discarding whatever I can't finish. In line I down as much as I can, I'm a Jew now after all and I ain't wasting it. I haven't eaten all day, one thing leads to another, active ingredients.... I'm very, very loopy and drowsy at this point. Only thing is they didn't care about my syrup at security so it was all just silly.
For those concerned we ate and I slept and we're now waiting on the tarmac.
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