Someone'd paid for his first few lessons at flight school years back and he never took them. I got all his books and everything when I was a pre-pubescent scuttlehead. Flying was all I could think about back then. I read everything I could about the SR-71 and it's Pratt and Whittney engines that would whip it around at Mach 3. I wanted oh so badly to be a pilot.
But as parents tend to stomp on childrens dreams and aspirations, mine were no exception. I went on to other things, namely LSD and shrooms, but that was much later.
Indeed it is much much later, almost ten years, that I pulled that red bag up tonight. A book cover on the flight manual that I applied while I was in school read: "Stay In School, Stay Off Drugs". It was very colorful. Perhaps if I had only paid attention in school maybe I would have been a comercial airline pilot on Sept 11th and I would have gotten to see the firey end of world trade first hand. Instead I was abruptly woken up on that September morning by my neighbor who said "a plane just hit the world trade center. let's smoke a bowl and watch the news." Mmmmmmmmmmm
Inspiration
