"We were all delighted, we all realized we were leaving confusion and nonsense behind and performing our one noble function of the time, move." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road
I don’t give a fuck if you are dying. You don’t fucking land your plane on Lake Shore Drive on Friday at fucking 4 pm. You just die, sorry dude you take that risk getting in an airplane. You’re not entitled to life anymore than anyone is entitled to get home at a decent hour.