I hope he's more sober than me and has more experience flying an aircraft
I have none
The dusty road I leave behind will be missed as well as my brother
My brother at birth
My brother at heart
I look forward to when we meet again
Not in the afterlife
'Cause I hope the pilot lands the fucking airplane
Safely
So that I'm still alive
Healthy and whole
So that I can do it all over again
Fly without flapping my arms
Shove my body into an unnatural postion
Pucker up and throw my life into the hands of someone, I don't know, don't trust
I insanely pay for the privelege
Fuck it...I'm driving next time
I'll be able to bring more stuff like weapons and a backpack
I'll be able to see the headlights of death and explore the canyons and mesas of life
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