Tag Archives: flying
Taking flight
My room is clusterfuck of various piles of clean and dirty clothes, magazines, CD’s and dirty dishes that have accumulated over the summer months. It’s not so much that I’m a slob because, generally speaking, I consider myself to be … Continue reading →
Random Ramblings While Flying
A bird flew into the left engine of my plane. While we rose higher into the night sky, the cabin circulated an air saturated with a scent of smoke. Nobody panicked as the noise escalated. We glanced over at our … Continue reading →
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