September 19, 2019
Shackled on a jet to ?
“You ain’t never flown before?” the biggest black dude I’d ever seen asked me (no, there ain’t a lot of them in New Hampshire, not even in lockup).
“How can you tell?”
“Because you’re even whiter than I am black up in here,” he said. “Ebony and extra fucking ivory.”
“No … I ain’t never been anywhere. I almost made it to Vermont once. Asshole troopers caught me a couple of miles from the border.”
“This should be one hell of a trip for you then.”
I just looked out the window. I couldn’t see shit. It was dark. And the damn jet kept rattling around, making me queasy and shit.
“How long is this flight?” I asked the negro. He wouldn’t tell me his name.
“Too motherfuckin’ long.”
“Got any valium or …”
“Hell no,” he said, looking at me all pissed off.
“What you people want with me anyway?”
“You’ll find out when we get there.”
“You heard me.”
“No offense, but … is that where you’re from?” I asked.
“Hell no. I’m American, just like you.”
“Will I be the only cracker there?”
The big negro laughed at me.
“Hell yeah. You’ll never see another one of yo kind ever again.”
I just looked back out the window. I was sick of his ass already.
Flying fucking sucks!
Now I get why people want to blow up planes and shit.