September
1st, 2002, Logan airport. Jobless and happy with
passports and a buttload of cash. Here
we go.
Everyone's
favorite homeboy Rob was kind enough to drop us off.
Perched
atop my last Sam there is Space Monkey, the trip mascot.
Rob
had enough lovin' for everyone, that day.
Soon
enough, we were on board and in-flight. See that there? Yep, that an in-seat
TV.
This
thing kept me occupied the entire trip.
Sunset
on the first night.
And
we awoke over the field-laden... uh, fields of the UK.
Just
before decent into Heathrow.
