Second and Below

Wanna read the funny papers with your creepy Uncle Ben? There will be no cheesesteaks in this post. There will be no Liberty Bell, no Independence Hall. I am not against any of those things but time is a real thing of which I did not have much. I was presenting at U Penn for the weekend. The journey began on a Friday as we landed late into Philadelphia International Airport. My lady had booked us an Air BNB in the Dunlap neighborhood, walking distance to U Penn. This marked my second flight in a row where my Lyft driver was a pilot. This leads me to believe that pilots are either A) not getting paid nearly enough or B) they are thirsty to transport people. Minutes after getting dropped off we finagled the lock open and entered our studio. Entering an Air BNB is always the most stressful part for me. I always assume the lock won’t work and if it does, some dude will be chilling on the couch eating chips and watching porn like, “Woah, didn’t think you’d be here yet.” We had