Crushed Like a Bug in the Ground
Great fucking timing.
As you've no doubt heard/read/extra-sensorily perceived, a plane crashed into the Hudson. All passengers aboard survived, but that fact does little to calm my nerves (although it does warm my cold heart). For I am, you see, deathly afraid of flying; and in fewer than two weeks' time, Poppa Large* is set to board a flight for destiny.
Destiny.
Great fucking timing.
Consider this my last will and testament.
I like Brandon Roy better than Dwyane Wade. (In fact, I like the Portland Trailblazers more than the Miami Heat.) I've always followed my instinct, for good or bad. Smiles and cries.
Write that on my...epitaph.
* Big Shot of the East Coast
1 comment:
good luck!!! I know what's its like to be terrified of flying, I haven't flown in 5 years!
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