Social Tip #228 - Go Up on the Governor

There are a million signs posted along the West Side Highway for the heliport. "This way to the Heliport... Heliport in two lefts.... Heliport next left.... Heliport." They don't need that many signs. There aren't a lot of new faces at the heliport, people who use and own helicopters are repeat visitors. And they don't drive themselves, they can afford drivers who know where they're going and ride in limos with GPS machines.

No one is like, "I just bought a helicopter, now where in the hell do I land this thing?"

My problem isn't that the signs are a big "fuck you" to the people who have to look at them while stuck in traffic. Fuck the people in traffic, at least they have cars. I have to take the G-train and suffer constant unannounced disruptions. The last time I rode the G-train it stopped at a sliding-scale gyno and force-pap smeared me. No signs were posted. They must have used up all the signage on the heliport.

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Social Tip #227 - Just Sane, No

I am a really nervous person. I've been biting my nails for as long as I can remember. I got a stomach ulcer when I was nine.

I would try medication, but the thought of becoming addicted to anti-anxiety pills freaks me out.