gromahr (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} roosel) wrote,@ 2006-11-02 15:24:00 |
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Stoned on a plane
I past'd out with out a blanket and woke up with one on, thanks god. I ment to put thank god. Anyways, I got up and got my shit together. I saw Brett and Chadwick smoking weed in th bathroom so we smoked a bowl. Those two asked me what made me vomit last night. I just couldn't say, maybe I ate too many apples. Tyler hid two joints into his guitar tuner. And watching someone try to figure that shit out is pretty funny. His mom picked us up and drove us to th airport.
When his mom dropped us off we stood outside th airport high, "alright you ready?" Fuck yeah, "hey listen to this Built to Spill song called th Wait." Tyler takes a drag, "I'll listen to it later." We stumble in or at least I think I did. We walk towards th check in and I re-realize that th fucking judge took my driver's license. I had to use my social security card instead, but I'd have to be searched. I'd rather be searched instead of Tyler. We get in line walk through all th security shit, which was easier than i thought. Tyler and I get split up, but i knew we'd be okay. I wonder if they searched me 'cause I'm brown. Th security guy starts screening me and goes through all my shit. Fascinating to watch when yr high. Security guy didn't find my two lighters, which I was supposed to throw away in th first place on my way to Idaho. Airport security are fucking dumb. oh yes, when he patted me down he asks, "is there any places you feel uncomfortable me touching you?" You know I nod. Security guy pats me down and doesn't go anywhere near my penis and asks a second question, "I don't need to give you a cavity search or anything do I?"
I quickly and calmly reply, "no." I fuck with his ass, "yes!" Security guy looks at me dumbfounded and I reply, "wait, no" I lean towards him look right into his eyes, "nooo."
As i walk away relieved that my anus remains untouched by gloved hands. I think to myself, "I'm fucking home free!" All I need to do is meet up with Tyler and get on this fucking plane. I see a man in uniform walking a dog dog, a drug-sniffing dog. Or hopefully a bomb-sniffing dog. We just sat there, our laughter was gone and I thought MAYBE MY ANUS WILL NOT REMAIN UNTOUCHED BY GLOVED HANDS AFTER ALL. That fucking dog didn't even have a leash, we were sitting fucking ducks. But believe th dog walked right passed us. Twice. Th dog was probably trained to only sniff out bombs. Made me happy actually. This country is actually more worried about bombs rather than petty drugs.
Flight only lasted what felt like 10 minutes. Tyler borrowed da ipod for a sec cause he got bored of th Sky Mall. I made a comic of being possessed by Satan th night before. I was listening to Hayden's "Dynamite Walls" when we landed. Plane tires touched th ground at about 4.44 in the song. Crash symbol gets hit and when th songs becomes hectic is when th plane becomes hectic. 5.31 sec is when th planes finally settles down to a calm. Tyler describes this song as "like the end of a journey." I thought about it like, "beginning of a new one." Curious I asked Tyler what he was listening to, "I put yr ipod on shuffle play and "The Wait."
Tyler's dad picked us up from th airport in his black truck. There was no room so i sat on Tyler's lap. If his dad din't think we were gay enough. Tyler leaves town eventually and I go about my life, go to scholl and basically just fuck around. "Yeah, I'm knee deep in Plato." Some random coffee shop guy talking to me when I finally got saved by a phone call. Little Sara was out of th mental institute. She taught Taylor how to hop trainz. I met her in Oakland. First time I we talked it was about my circumcision at 16 and how she tore her vagina open on her bike.
My was failing art and to get extra cred I had to watcha speaker Hilary Harkness. And th cool thing about art shows is th free beer. Is this what art people do? Get drunk and look at paintings? I was upfront and asked th bar tender lady if can I have a beer. Her first question, "can I see yr ID?" My answer, "I got it taken away." Follow up question, "for what?" For drinking I said. "Well there's you're answer."
I past'd out with out a blanket and woke up with one on, thanks god. I ment to put thank god. Anyways, I got up and got my shit together. I saw Brett and Chadwick smoking weed in th bathroom so we smoked a bowl. Those two asked me what made me vomit last night. I just couldn't say, maybe I ate too many apples. Tyler hid two joints into his guitar tuner. And watching someone try to figure that shit out is pretty funny. His mom picked us up and drove us to th airport.
When his mom dropped us off we stood outside th airport high, "alright you ready?" Fuck yeah, "hey listen to this Built to Spill song called th Wait." Tyler takes a drag, "I'll listen to it later." We stumble in or at least I think I did. We walk towards th check in and I re-realize that th fucking judge took my driver's license. I had to use my social security card instead, but I'd have to be searched. I'd rather be searched instead of Tyler. We get in line walk through all th security shit, which was easier than i thought. Tyler and I get split up, but i knew we'd be okay. I wonder if they searched me 'cause I'm brown. Th security guy starts screening me and goes through all my shit. Fascinating to watch when yr high. Security guy didn't find my two lighters, which I was supposed to throw away in th first place on my way to Idaho. Airport security are fucking dumb. oh yes, when he patted me down he asks, "is there any places you feel uncomfortable me touching you?" You know I nod. Security guy pats me down and doesn't go anywhere near my penis and asks a second question, "I don't need to give you a cavity search or anything do I?"
I quickly and calmly reply, "no." I fuck with his ass, "yes!" Security guy looks at me dumbfounded and I reply, "wait, no" I lean towards him look right into his eyes, "nooo."
As i walk away relieved that my anus remains untouched by gloved hands. I think to myself, "I'm fucking home free!" All I need to do is meet up with Tyler and get on this fucking plane. I see a man in uniform walking a dog dog, a drug-sniffing dog. Or hopefully a bomb-sniffing dog. We just sat there, our laughter was gone and I thought MAYBE MY ANUS WILL NOT REMAIN UNTOUCHED BY GLOVED HANDS AFTER ALL. That fucking dog didn't even have a leash, we were sitting fucking ducks. But believe th dog walked right passed us. Twice. Th dog was probably trained to only sniff out bombs. Made me happy actually. This country is actually more worried about bombs rather than petty drugs.
Flight only lasted what felt like 10 minutes. Tyler borrowed da ipod for a sec cause he got bored of th Sky Mall. I made a comic of being possessed by Satan th night before. I was listening to Hayden's "Dynamite Walls" when we landed. Plane tires touched th ground at about 4.44 in the song. Crash symbol gets hit and when th songs becomes hectic is when th plane becomes hectic. 5.31 sec is when th planes finally settles down to a calm. Tyler describes this song as "like the end of a journey." I thought about it like, "beginning of a new one." Curious I asked Tyler what he was listening to, "I put yr ipod on shuffle play and "The Wait."
Tyler's dad picked us up from th airport in his black truck. There was no room so i sat on Tyler's lap. If his dad din't think we were gay enough. Tyler leaves town eventually and I go about my life, go to scholl and basically just fuck around. "Yeah, I'm knee deep in Plato." Some random coffee shop guy talking to me when I finally got saved by a phone call. Little Sara was out of th mental institute. She taught Taylor how to hop trainz. I met her in Oakland. First time I we talked it was about my circumcision at 16 and how she tore her vagina open on her bike.
My was failing art and to get extra cred I had to watcha speaker Hilary Harkness. And th cool thing about art shows is th free beer. Is this what art people do? Get drunk and look at paintings? I was upfront and asked th bar tender lady if can I have a beer. Her first question, "can I see yr ID?" My answer, "I got it taken away." Follow up question, "for what?" For drinking I said. "Well there's you're answer."
