It could be worse...
Going through security at JFK at 7:30am on Sunday, I notice the guy in front of me is Clinton Kelly. Just like me, he's looking ratty, unkempt, unshaven, and sleepy-eyed. But unlike me, he hosts a TV show about fashion, so I realized he must get an endless ration of shit from everybody he meets when he's slumming.
He had a really cute bag, though.
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