Post-goodbye texts in an airplane terminal. LAX. The sun just came up in the dark sky. It looked like a pink feather made of fire. Now everything outside is blue. Dad sits, hands on lip. Just passed over his USA Today. He's thinking about how the cats are doing. Thinking about buying a laptop for Peter's kids. We got here really early. I handed Shelby my postcard to Jackie & Layne as she was driving away. I hope she'll be okay. I gave her 20 dollars. I know she needs it. No job, school all the time. Her choice, but she's still my sister and only has 8 dollars in her bank account. Her in Los Angeles, me wherever, I had a blip of a life here with her. It didn't happen how we wanted it to. But we are both very different people, with different ideas, different goals, and that's how that happens sometimes. I will miss her. I still have in mind to WWOOF this spring. Probably put myself on the west coast, And dad has that San Francisco trip in April. Maybe we'll come back together.
The plane is boarding in 10 minutes. Just saw a plane take off. Gosh wouldn't "teleportation" be something. "Dissaparation". We fly to Chicago, then to Richmond. My stomach cramps.
This guy across from me. Killing me with that banana.
--Flying so high now. Aisle seat. I can see the desert Rolling mountains. Beverage cart. Really bumpy ride right now. No Thank You, no tonic water, no kindle. The in-flight movie is "Dolphin Tale". I've never heard of it. Some kind of Free Willy for the Justin Beiber generation. So bumpy!
2:36 pm - Chicago time. O'Hare airport. Burrito Beach burritos not bad. This has got to be the end of this eating bender. Dad talks on the phone with mom going on about these blind contour drawings. Been eating so much food lately. Of course, been out of town. Spending too much from my savings. I hear dad talking about how he's been looking at menus. Inspired while on vacation. Wanted to check out how some places make their Huevos Rancheros.
This airport is really nice. Dad so happy he could pass his car off after one last big road trip. Like his best friend, if not Blue the cat.
"I bet it was happy as heck," talking about how he couldn't really enjoy the trip so much as it was happening, it's always after the fact. He smiles, adding "I've had to use the bathroom since the Rockies. I've held it across 7 states. That's a record for me." Our plane was a 757. Our connect to Richmond will be even smaller.
Hunky, weasley, semi-asian guy strutting around our gate, H3B. Works here, but acts as if he has an agent. Surprised there are more hipsters walking around the Chicago airport than in LAX. I wonder if Home Alone 2 was actually filmed in here. Sucking down a Dunkin Donuts iced-coffee without enough sugar. I can't help it. The sight of this place makes me want to consume. But I feel like we're all consuming. That nag nag you cannot escape. Maybe if you're living up in the mountains, never entering civilization, growing your own food might be something to experience. But I'm in an airport that might as well be a shopping mall. In the end.... Why did I buy that god damned iced-coffee?
Looks like I might have a paid DJ gig monthly at the Happy Hound if I want it. Shayne Drewery says 150 dollars he can hook me up with. Boy that would be cool! Maybe I could make it a regular thing. Like "Moods For Moderns" or "Mega-Danse". DJ nights at the Happy Hound basement.
They call these planes, "American Eagles". "EMB". I've seen walk in closets bigger than this plane. I won't take pictures of Benny. No photos of any of this. I don't want to mess with jinx shit. Although maybe the will itself not to is one in itself. I guess we're all just self-aware, always fucked. Dad's Kwanzaa carry-on is too big for the overhead compartment. My chrome bag too big even. We are serenaded by "soothing water music" like the soundtrack to Disney's "Tarzan" during a tender fmaily moment. Exactly. The plane shakes as they shut the cabin door. The guy in seat "10A" is too wide to even fit in his seat. He exclaims "oh-shit"
In flight time, 1 HR 45 Minutes.
In the air. The clouds down there look like a tigers back.
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