The passenger who says he is tripping his balls off is otherwise quite nondescript. He has the middle seat and I have the window on a flight out of Cedar Rapids, Iowa and we are not in an exit row. With sandy-colored hair and mustache he is wearing an olive-green suit, a pale green shirt, and an olive-green tie. There is a piece of toilet paper stuck to his chin where he must have nicked himself shaving.
"I work at the Post Office," he says, "and I'm on my way to the Halloween Dead shows in Oakland but I think I took too much acid. Can you help me get to my gate in Chicago?"
I say yes and he hands me his ticket, leans back and closes his eyes.
An artist and founding member of art collective the 181, Abby Donovan is faculty in the Department of Art and Design at the University of Delaware.