I’ll preface this story with the acknowledgment that most of my days don’t hit the pavement this hard. We all have our good days and bad days and I often catch the everglow of the former.
But sometimes when it rains it pours. Or to put it better, sometimes you feel lost in space.
I’ll also preface the story with the fact that I’m writing this suck balls story balls deep in a bottle of Woodford Reserve. When a day goes pear shaped, I don’t think you should burden yourself with sobriety, or spelling and grammar for that matter. So this is going out on the trucks like this.
Second in line for takeoff.
The pilot announces the thunderstorms in our connection city of Dallas are lingering. We’ll need to park the plane for a hot second but we’ll be wheels up shortly. We needed that to happen. We had a good reason to be on the plane.
My camera man, Javier Mercedes, and I were going Ft. Wayne, Indiana. We’d received a letter…