Houston, Texas

This book has prooved to be quite useful, as a pillow.


Landing in Houston for an eleven hour layover is not fun. Everything here was closed when I landed. Walking to a resteraunt was too far. Taking a taxi would cost ten times the meal. The only things available was a vending machine. So I set off to break my twenty dollar bill. No luck, still starving. Wandered each terminal for change machines, of course they were out of order. It's midnight, I give up. I'll find a corner to sleep in. I desperately wanted to lay down but all the chairs had arm rests on them. The cold hard floor will have to do.