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Have I told you how much I hate to fly? I never really liked traveling. I am a creature of habit and I love to be in my habit. Traveling takes you out of habit. I am not with my dog. Then, last August I went to Albuquerque and the plane did the shake, rattle, and role the entire way from Denver and now I am stuck with PTSD from it. The turbulence was bad juju magumbo and every flight for my stupid fucking job since, has had me white knuckling it the whole way there and back. Hell I even almost assumed crash position on one flight at take off. However, as a big man, there were other reason I also hated traveling. Have you ever walked onto a plane and read the eyes of every passenger. Looking at you and thinking omg, I hope I don't have to sit next to them because they are so large? It lead me to only flying first class, or getting two seats on the plane. I am not lying those eyes that are haunted whether you are seated o...