|Seattle: The Returning
||[Jan. 6th, 2006|12:11 am]
12:00AM Roughly the time at which I am writing this.|
3:00AM Taxi leaves for the bus station thirty minutes away, my long journey begins.
4:00AM Bus leaves to Mexico City Airport, the smell of the city will slowly creep into the bus, making the already corosive "ham" and
"cheese" sandwich that I consumed even more nasty.
6:30AM Mexico city International Airport(MEX)Get Alex to his damn plain back to Europe, The tiredness starts to fade away in the Toxic Mexico City Sunrise(TM).
8:30AM Wave goodby to Alex, on his way to Texas, then Paris, then someplace Swiss.
9:10AM Alex is gone, hopefully on the correct flight. I have decided that If he somehow makes it to the wrong plane, then He might find work as a street vender and fire spinner in Saudi Arabia, or where ever the fuck he lands.
8:30AM-1:30PM Oh my god I am bored, I spent twelve hours in this damn airport picking up my Frenchfucked(Problem in Paris by the airline) little brother three weeks ago.
1:30PM Oh goodie, Im checking into my flight most likely, "No hablo espanol!" which may be very difficult considering I don't speak Spanish very well, and that I always seem to have trouble with English as well.
3:20PM Sweet Zombie Jesus Im flying via Continental to the hairspray capitol of the world: Houston, Texas.
5:39PM Houston, Texas...sigh
7:39PM Two hours into Texas, a drawl creeps up my throat. I start to gain an overpowering urge to smack my wife, and the Mexican gardener.
9:48PM I wake up, I put away my new six shooters and I'm flying out of Texas. However due to the size of Texas, some additional effects rise up in me....or it could be the "ham" and "cheese" sandwich I consumed on the Bus into Mexico City.
11:06PM After a three hour plane ride i'm in Las Vegas...but I'm disoriented, someone has stolen two hours from me, but where did they go? I blame Karl Rove!
11:57PM Drunk, with a pile of gambling debts, and two broken fingers from late payments I head out of Las Vegas...I don't think they are gonna follow me, I used an alias(Patrick Hackett) so they can't find me.
2:30AM SEATTLE: I wake up! The plane is landed, I begin to breath the wonderful Seattle air, I begin to have an overpowering urge to drink coffee, vote Democrat, and eat Thai food...sweet Thai food.
2:31AM JAMIE PICK MY ASS UP! My phone call goes out in desparation.
2:56AM I find my damn bag, it was being eaten by a fat Canadian, but I wrestle him to the ground, He curses me with such hatred as can be known by a Canadian "Oh I'm sorry!". That wretched bastard.
3:10AM Customs finishs the body cavity search, But I will need a filling...I am too tired to understand what that security guard in the hot pick t-shirt was talking about.
3:40AM I'm home, I say hi to Lindsay who is sleeping on my couch, She screams and wonders what I'm doing in her room.. I explain that this is my room... She then remembers my face...we make chit chat..
3:55AM I Bit torrent the new Battlestar Galactica...so excited...I can't wait to.....sleep.
4:15AM Without unpacking I fall asleep, it's over.