Dropping out of the sky Like a silver-propped-drop Of dew over Rocky Mountains My tomato juice fountains Me in the face; As I reach For the stewardess's dress Pants all-a-mess just in case I FUCKING DIE YES, FUCKING DIE. -- Airplane -- Children -- Felon -- Villain But God, I could have sworn That I was healing? My guitar must not be found on the ground In case this sound of screaming Encased humans skips off the Top of peak, and cloud, into oblivion. Jesus, I should not have watched 'Meet Joe Black', and that new TV Show 'Lost' the same day before Embarking on this, of all things, Liquor-less flight, that shit's not right. Omens: a. A boner last night that parted the sea of a red haired beauty for what must have been a world record. b. Insomnia the likes Charlie Manson hasn't even seen. c. Everyone liking me? d. Palms pouring sweat like an old man's bladder. e. Wearing favourite pair of python boots f. Recent success, children, love, friends. h. An ironic hairdo, and no appetite. Thankfully, right when I thought for sure the tail of our plane was going to sheer off sending the stewardess currently stuck to the ceiling (Without - - her dress) and us careening out into the big blue "Holy SHIT!". My friend Chad, screamed "YEE-HAW MOTHER-FUCKERS, I'm ready!!! You should fly to Alaska, now that's turbulence!" It was then that I knew; with a sick laugh, we were doomed to live through turbulence. Though, it did little for my confidence.