Notes from the flight:
First-class to Seattle, snow caps appear out the window an hour into the flight. I wonder if you're still twisting and stretching the sleep off - already so far away. It's not the same without you squeezing my hand at take off. I make up a story about the business man next to me and pick at the freeze-dried omelet.
But even the damn IPod can't stop thinking about you.
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The Donnas Pink Floyd Meat Puppets OMD The Gossip Electric Six The Minutemen 2Pac The Cure Ween Joy Division Smoka Bowla Dead Kennedys LCD Sound System The Strokes
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Nice hair, guy. You probably own boat shoes, don't you?
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The woman across the aisle has a lot of Avon gold jewelry and a large collection of porcelain dolls at home that she keeps well-dusted. Her daughter just got a new job so she's flying up to help with the baby.
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The suit behind me is trying to work up the nerve to make a pass at his admin assistant because he thinks his wife has "gone frigid." Really she just liked him better when they were younger.
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The brunette in heels keeps looking in her compact. I bet she's hoping he's as great in person as he is online.
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