I'm on the plane. Getting ready for takeoff. Free drink ticket in pocket, but I'm grateful to be sober, I will give it to a neighbor, and relax with a coffee or club soda. Feeling grateful today, as I prepare to fly to Houston, and since we are going to be open and honest, and this is digitally anonymous, I will tell you that on the 25th we board a merchant airship of the finest kind, my mother, little brother and I, and take off for Zurich, that bastion of assisted suicide, mom is going out in style. She will get a blessing, be saged, and exit the body, to explore the next dimension. This will be a new experience for us all. I was feeling very sober and on solid ground facing this little journey, but a baby just started crying in the row behind me, a desperate, miserable, dribbling, gooey, maddening, sort of cry. It is a chorus of awfulness from one little being. Time to give the drink ticket away. Say a prayer for your lunatic friend. Aloha.
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