Some Rides Don't Have Much of a Finish...
He knew there was a problem during the descent. Not so much with the flight, but with something inside of his being. The plane was attempting to land in Las Vegas and due to stronger than normal winds, all passengers were left with that "not entirely stable" feeling. For once he found himself in the majority. This was a first for him. He had always taken some sick pride in the fact that even the worse take offs and landings failed to rattle him because... Well, because he would always have twenty-seven less things to worry about. Because in death he would find peace from life. Hey, he never considered himself to be smart.
And yet here he sat: white knuckled, nerve racked and nearly praying.
The plane continued to dip, jump and slide - as objects on the ground began appearing much larger than anyone could truly wish. Images of that fucking underground video raced through his head. Why couldn't his life be more of a mess? There was no job he could dread, since he had quit and all. There were no more torches to be carried thanks to recent events. And he had actually found a goal, or purpose, or meaning in all of this. He had something to live for, something that had yet to be done.
The plane's engine's roared louder in an attempt to keep them lined up with the runway. In vain he sent psychic vibes towards the front of the aircraft. Nothing too far fetched, just something along the lines of. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Due to some insane fucking wind, we're gonna land elsewhere so y'all can get along with completing your recently found insights. Because we here at Enlightened Airlines know that those are far more important than risking your lives landing in 'Sin City'."
But the engines roared even louder. The plane dipped. And he prayed.
And yet here he sat: white knuckled, nerve racked and nearly praying.
The plane continued to dip, jump and slide - as objects on the ground began appearing much larger than anyone could truly wish. Images of that fucking underground video raced through his head. Why couldn't his life be more of a mess? There was no job he could dread, since he had quit and all. There were no more torches to be carried thanks to recent events. And he had actually found a goal, or purpose, or meaning in all of this. He had something to live for, something that had yet to be done.
The plane's engine's roared louder in an attempt to keep them lined up with the runway. In vain he sent psychic vibes towards the front of the aircraft. Nothing too far fetched, just something along the lines of. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the captain speaking. Due to some insane fucking wind, we're gonna land elsewhere so y'all can get along with completing your recently found insights. Because we here at Enlightened Airlines know that those are far more important than risking your lives landing in 'Sin City'."
But the engines roared even louder. The plane dipped. And he prayed.