Flying over a pie

I sit here writing at almost 4 in the morning for a few reasons. One because I'm home and can't fall asleep in my o0wn room anymore because it isn't my room. Two, my flights home were delayed due to thunder storms and I spent 5 hours in the crappy houston airport. I won't dignify houston with capitol letters. I have too much cock on the brain from reading, only, "A Mind Of Its Own: The Cultural history of the penis". I'm not sure if the 5 hour wait was worth it for the spectacular view the first flight afforded me. I don't usually fly at night, nor do I do it on a an almost full moon. I took the time to record my thoughts in my sketch book for lack of a better option.

"So here I sit flying at 7pm from Austin to houston, later to Harlingen, as my plane does long drunken swerves around thunder storms. The sky looks like I'm flying over a giant marangue pie. (spent a bit contemplating the spelling of that in my head, but to no avail) Flashes of lightning make the sky twinkle like an X-mas tree they are so frequent. I gaze (yeah, I said gaze) out my window and see these billious clouds as they take on shapes of Rock 'em Sock 'em Robots and imagine a wonderful samurai battle that could occur here with the right director and cinematographer. Meanwhile, the woman beside me has pulled out here portable Polaroid DVD player for the specific reason of watching "9 Months", you know the Hugh Grant thing. Who actually watches that movie a second time? Who says, "I'll take along '9 Months' for the trip. Ooo...and 'A Walk in The Clouds' too."? She does! Every once in a while you see a steak of lightning arching across the sky below me playing leap frog with the clouds. I looved clouds as a kid and my first realization that the mystical and magical may not exist came from them. I was still in the single digits, age-wise, when an asshole pilot, without regard for a child's fantasies, flew through one. I always thought they were more solid than that, I watched 'Care Bears' for poop's sake! After that I did a paper on Houdini and read some books that explained his magic tricks and lost all belief in magic. To this day you should never sit next to me at a magic show because I'll ruin it for you. I still have my imagination in tact but no more magical/mystical beliefs for moi.. houston approaches and the clouds depart."

I slept through the encore lightning performance on the second flight. It was meeger. Home now and drinking my emergency flask of "Makers" already so that I can sleep. Wish I had a 'J' to celebrate 4:20am but instead I shall drink myself into a stupor or as far as my flask shall get me. See ya kids! Feliz Dia De Jajalote!