THINGS I NO LONGER DO THANKS TO FINANCIAL FREEDOM!
You’re bleary-eyed, weary and it’s 6am on Monday morning. You are precariously perched atop a befouled toilet seat at the Phoenix Sky Harbor airport. You are attempting to breathe through your mouth lest you asphyxiate on the rank miasma of flatulence that masquerades as air in here. Your expensive designer shoes are slowly, sadly yielding …