i was so exhausted
when i got on the plane i wasnt feeling well.
while i was on the plane i felt horrible. all i wanted to do was sleep.
i bought one of those ridiculous neck things because i wanted to sleep. didnt work.
i smuggled a roll of TP in my pocket and blew throughout the flight.
very sweet man next to me endured it. he had flown to Texas to hunt. deer mostly.
loved venison burgers, he told me.
i put my headphones on and turned the tv channels. god bless jet blue
for a minute i wondered if the xbi was involved
because at that moment i would have done just about anything to ease the pain.
so intense. so irritating. so dire.
my whole body was trying to get rid of something: my eyes were welling up, my nose, my throat, i had to pee, i had to exeunt, i wanted to say something,
was the last off the plane cuz i couldnt get up.
lurched over i saw my truest at the curb.
when i hugged her it was like hugging yr mom. so comforting. so sweet.
going to be all right.
she had come early cuz shes an angel. and parked. and waited.
even though i was afraid i was gonna barf it all up i asked her to take me to soul food.
the line wasnt long but it wasnt moving. have you ever wondered why its so easy for you to do things at the ATM or grocery line or post office but it takes the two people in front of you FOREVER to figure it out.
smothered chicken, collard greens, mac n cheese, candied yams please.
how hards that? i think i even asked omg one question: do you have any breasts?
cuz its funny.
so why does everyone else have like 20 questions. or the 1 question they know will stop the presses?
nose was so stuffed up that i couldnt smell the food in the car as we drove back up the 405.
hours later i was feeling 88 percent better.
because of love
and soul food.
maybe not in that order.