Here is the response from Jonathan Miles, author of the forthcoming Dear American Airlines, defending the aspersions cast on him only yesterday. No doubt one of his airline-bashing goons smelled blood and alerted him to our posting. Either that or he's been Googling himself again....
We cede the floor to Mr. Miles:
Dear Mr. Staff (if that is indeed your real name):
You're not the first to level these accusations against me, though you are the first, admittedly, to note the crispness of my trousers. Look, let me just say this: Do you have any idea how difficult it would be to sneak into the back-alleys of more than seventeen airports and fiddle with the airplanes' wiring just enough to bump them out of compliance with FAA regs yet still keep them sky-worthy & safe? It would be almost impossible. Really impossible, I mean. Totally impossible, is what I'm saying. And, seriously, do you think someone would actually go through with all that -- just learning those wiring schematics would take, like, I dunno, a week -- just to stoke the audience for a novel? That's cra-zeeeeeee. And, most of all, how dumb would that hypothetical someone have to be to do this six weeks before that novel hits bookstores? Really dumb, right? And maybe a little overexcited? Soooo dumb. Damn.
Yours,
Mr. Miles
P.S. You pretty much nailed me save for the Cohiba. Never could stand cigars. I smoke Camels.
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