Boeing beoing

I dont know how high i’m up right now but if i were to fall from this height without a parachute i don’t think i’d survive. It’d have to depend on how much hope i have.

This is a nice plane; very small. You can’t tell if it's you or your fellow neighbour that reaks of tacobell and fear. it’s cuddly; back home you would have to pay someone seventy-five an hour for this type of intimacy. 

I don’t really know what this button does. I’ve never rung a bell for service; i’m used to snapping my fingers. Well, i press it anyhow and the air attendant comes by with a hammer and hits me over the head with it. I fell asleep almost immediately.

When we came to we were on our descent. Kids were screaming and hollering and laughing with every dip. This was making the lady adjacent to them tighten her grip to the seat. With every dip she ripped apart of the seat off. When the wheels  touched the ground she was the only one with a stool. Something tells me she doesn’t like flying, or maybe she doesn’t like kids screaming. 

The planed roared and the people clapped; i took this opportunity to pass gas. Everyone was wondering why their clapping smelled like that. Who did that i’d scream; no one could tell me. 

I step off the plane and stretch my legs; i head over to the nearest airport bar and grab a beer. I read my book and take a few sleeping pills to relax; there’s a lot of pressure to fly a full plane of a hundred and fifty-three people. 

RE: BOEING BOEING

update. I got fired for all the stuff i did. It’s easy to keep my head up since i broke my neck in that crash. Doc says i was lucky; It could’ve been worse, i could of ended up like the other hundred and fifty-three people. 

Love from brazil,

Your pen pal, 

Pp

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