My flight landed at JFK, and I was ready to sprint through that whole damn airport. I just wanted to get the hell out of there. I wanted to go home.
I wanted to be free.
Not after 9/11, Ian. They’re going to get you if you run.
So I calmly walked toward immigration. I was coming from Spain. But what I had left behind me … what I had been through … I knew it was going to catch up to me. And it was probably going to happen right here, right now.
I handed the agent my passport.
“How long have you been out of the country for, sir?”
“How long is a while?”
She looked me up and down. “Yeah, you’re coming with us.”