Reasons I Could Not Be an Astronaut

-Launch at 4 AM.

-Horrifying half outdoor elevator ride to the top of the shuttle.

-I look shitty with a flat top, shot-sleeved button-up, skinny tie, and chunky black glasses.

-Difficulty in video games with piloting, specifically remembering if up is down or if up is up.

-Lack of cool name such as Buzz, Gus, or Chip.

-Most feared methods of dying:  burning up, suffocating, exploding, and opening capsule parachute to find some joker attached an anvil.

-Lack of self-control when it comes to not hitting 400 switches when they are presented to me.

-Inability to drive around downtown areas suggests difficulty navigating goddamn outer space.

-Time until space dementia sets in and Pete kills someone, or something assuming test animals are aboard: 4 minutes.

-Inability to go more than 8 days without smoked brisket.

-White is not my color.

-Furious anger at need to carry dumb suitcase of air around before getting on shuttle.

-Hatred for Florida.

-Intense fear of ocean life likely to cause splashdown of capsule at Thunder Bay, Water World.