A Portrait of the Artist as a TSA Agent

Since the dawn of time there has been speculation regarding hell (Right? Someone fact-check that). Where is it? What’s it like? Who runs the place? The answer? TSA. TSA security, that’s who. A volcanic chasm made from liquid hot magma lined with unreliably-weighted stanchions as far as the eye can see. Nobody speaks the same language, its … Continue reading A Portrait of the Artist as a TSA Agent