Leaving home was always a chore for Harry
Only the comfort of solitude gave him any comfort
Still the season forced him out of his hibernation from humanity
Thus he was stuck in this terminal waiting for his flight
As if fate wanted to see him squirm, now his plane was delayed
Nothing was moving because of the two feet of white stuff outside
Denver was now his home for the next day or so
Finding a landing zone, Harry watched his fellow nomads
Outside they acted cordial, putting on a mask of civility
Under that mask, Harry could see kindred spirits
Now a sincere smile spread on his face
Despair loved company. Harry had discovered his tribe.
Gerald traded away his luck for a gin and tonic, but that wasn’t the worst decision he made that night. That award would go to him giving his love away to April, who immediately cashed it in for a romantic private flight for two to Miami Beach, sans Gerald. At least Gerald would always have the memory of April kissing him after she booked the reservation. That was a moment he would not forget till he died, which was shortly after kissing April and taking a drink of his gin and tonic, because he slipped off his barstool during the kiss and smashed in the back of his head. April was so distraught that she ended up taking the extremely handsome EMT that responded to Gerald’s demise on the aforementioned Miami Beach trip, because that was what she thought Gerald would have wanted. So the EMT slammed back the rest of the gin and tonic, not wanting it to go to waste, before taking April to the airport for their first adventure together. All this because Gerald traded away his luck for a gin and tonic.