I, Keith Kipple, and my good friend Campari and Soda, send you greetings from the United Airlines Club Lounge though the veil of ganja haze or is-it-smog? Los Angeles. Today is October 5th, 2019. The time is approximately I'm tired. I've just made the run from Columbia through Chicago O'Hare and into the vast Godless wasteland of librul California here at LAX. The trip thus far has been peachy. I ran into an old friend in Columbia on the way to Chicago, or "Big Windy McWind-o" as the locals call it, and he turned me on to a very serviceable Cuban sandwich at some restaurant I forgot the name of. Soon, in about 2 more of these Amaro drinks, I'll shuffle onto a Boeing 777-300ER and take my seat in row 56 for the next 13 hours on the flight to Auckland. 56k will also probably be the approximate speed of my internet connection once I arrive on the Ice. Thanks for reminding me, universe. When I arrive in Auckland I have to collect my wit...
