It is nearly summertime in the Year of Our Google, and here in the golden land known as California the following startling and once-inconceivable lament can now be heard:

Dammit, with gas zooming toward five bucks a gallon and airlines doubling fares and charging me for a single checked bag, how the hell am I going to afford to travel to all my gay friends’ legal weddings across the state this summer?

Source: Excerpt of an article by Mark Morford Hell of a Year (so far)

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