Mile High Trip

Nobody told him that dropping acid at the airport before getting on a two-hour flight from Chicago to Denver would be a bad idea.

Maybe if somebody did, his flight would not have begun with him tripping balls. Drenched in sweat, eyes darting around the cabin with a look of terror while the plane took off from ORD.

Maybe if someone did, his flight would not have ended with him curled into a fetal position across an entire row of seats in the back if the plane during descent. A sassy black flight attendant rocking him in her arms and running her acrylic nails through his wild mane of hair, humming “Amazing Grace” to keep him calm while the plane bounced along the tarmac at DIA.

Big maybe.

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Serenity Interrupted

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Touchdown at O’Hare International Airport. White-knuckled the entire flight home from my vacation in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado.

Fucking Chicago. She has opened her labia to ensnare me once again into her yeast-infected cooze. Continue reading “Serenity Interrupted”