From Manchester to Toronto was just about OK, coming down on ecstasy after leaving my girlfriend's bed, after the rave at Easton community center.
Now my head aches and I feel irritable with a lingering sensation that I'd just caught a cold. My destination is Seattle, but my overnight flight transfer means that I had to enter Canada and wait overnight at Toronto airport. I am stuck in limbo here for nine hours: no place to lie down, and the black seats are all in rows with hard backs and strictly no lying down metal arm dividers.
As the evening wears on, I am pacing around. All the stores close up, and only the late night cleaning staff share the space with me. Nothing is available. I have no Canadian currency for the drinks machine. Circumstances leave no place to get away or obtain any sustenance.
It's 3AM and I am laid out on the hard concrete floor with only a hooded sweatshirt folded up as a makeshift pillow.
It would not be until 7AM that any activities stirred after this lonely, harsh night of a dismal flight transfer, stalled in nowhere, before continuing to my destination on the West Coast.
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