there was some point, the bastard was sitting in a popeyes in the Atlanta airport.
and I thought to myself, "self, you really have to not fly in the summer. shit ain't worth it."
but as the bastard was flying over the Missouri river looking at the arch,
I didn't care anymore.
hell, the rental car place had my car in stock. and now that I have finished the job I came to st Louis to do, I feel alot better.