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Trip Start May 25, 2011

Trip End Ongoing

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China Scarelines 747

Flag of International Somewhere over the Pacific, International
Thursday, May 26, 2011

We're somewhere flying over the pacific ocean right now. Close to 600mph, wedged at the very back of this China Scare-lines 747 between one scantily clad Chinaman who smells like milk and seems to have died at some point before takeoff and a little girl in pink pajama pants who, up until this point has succeeded pressing every button, searching every pocket and compartment, flipping through every page of every magazine, and thoroughly inspecting every single source of interest within reach, and is now sprawled out that part of the seat which can be used as a flotation device (and fitting I might add).
After a good two solid hours of some gnarly turbulence I almost feel exhausted enough to take a nap, but for some reason I just can't look away from this trainwreck of an Ashten Kutcher movie. Its all in Chinese or Taiwanese, but I can kinda tell what's going on. It has has to be either the uneven mixture of recycled air and toilet freshener leaking from the men's toilet behind me or the Fentanyl I took before the flight, but all i can think about now is why I didn't take that pretty little redhead backstage on Saturday during the show, and that where I'm headed I'll be hard-pressed to find myself another one.
Fuck it, what do I know? I've never seen Thailand. Maybe the place is loaded girls who flock there like the migratory salmon of Capistrano. Maybe my worst fears are true and the whole place is nothing more than an amphetamine-fueled nationwide orgy of transvestites. Or maybe I just realized it's the Fentany and I'm really high. I'll shut up for now.