Friday, January 28, 2011
Sonny Faye Jones: MY FLIGHT FROM COLORADO
Sonny Faye Jones: MY FLIGHT FROM COLORADO: " I took a flight form Colorado to Chicago. When we left Stapleton Airport, the weather had changed for the worse. ..."
Thursday, January 27, 2011
MY FLIGHT FROM COLORADO
I took a flight form Colorado to Chicago. When we left Stapleton Airport, the weather had changed for the worse. I had a feeling of impeding doom when I got inside the plane. I wasn't alone either. My brother and my cousin had both come with me to visit family in Denver.
My brother looked over at me when we first got on the plane because I looked as if I saw death. I was trying not to show how I really felt. I didn't want to scare my brother. It was his first time flying.
But let me explain this bad feeling that I had. The night before I had a dream I was in a horrible plane crash. I didn't want to jinx myself by telling anyone. When the three of us walked into that 727, it was the same kind of plane that I'd seen myself burn alive in the night before. "Oh Shit," I thought when we took our seat in the back of the plane under my breath I said, "This is the same SON-OF-A-BITCH, I died in last night... FUCK ME!"
When I looked down the plane's aisle, there was a blue curtain pulled half back. Revealing the cockpit, the pilot sat stiff, and his arm just hung down. The dash board of the plane was lite up with dials, lights, and thing-a-ma-jigs. I started praying, because I knew, it would take God almighty to save me from sure death.
As we headed toward the runway, I heard the stewardess say, "I hate flights like this! Did you see the pilot?" I saw a pilot in the lounge and his face was flushed like he was high. So when I look down the aisle of the plane and saw a long white drunk arm that matched the pilot with the drunk flushed face.
I raised up in my seat and leaned over it and said, "What the hell do you mean! You don't like flights like this?"
"Oh dear,it isn't anything to worry about." A lying ass stewardess said.
"The hell you say!" I said. I know a drunk arm when I see one!
"Oh, Sonny Faye calm down! My brother said. He knew I was getting ready to act a stone fool.. Then as we approached the runway the plane stopped, and the pilot said. "We have a ten minute flight holding pattern before we can take off...there is heavy air traffic."
I looked left at my brother and to the right at my cousin. I placed one foot, and then the other foot, in the airplane seats and stood up. "RIGHT! AND I HAVE TEN MINUTES TO SAVE MY DAMN LIFE! Let me off this piece of shit, right the hell NOW!!!"
My brother started to cry with his old ass.. He favored a black Abraham Lincoln wearing an black and white Adidas outfit. My brother look so pitiful at me when he said, "Will you please stop! I think I'm gonna have a heart attack." His voice was cracking as he held his forehead.
I decided to sit down, but before I sat down, I had this to say, "You all better get my damn ass to Chicago safe and sound, or I'm gonna kill somebody!" I'm glade there wasn't any Air Marshall's on the plane back then, they would have cracked my neck. And I heard my mother's voice say "Sit Your Ass Down!" So I sat down and prayed for three hours.
Well, I got to Chicago safe and sound, but that was the roughest air plane ride I'd ever been on, in all my life. That plane shook, dipped, and rattled, and the engine sound like it was losing power. I was cold, and my knuckles were white from fear. I was so happy when we landed on solid ground. Now as the three of us walked through the parking lot. I looked up at my cousin with his big chest all poked out. He played it off, but I knew his draws were sticky. Hell, I knew mine were! My cousin never said much through the flight. He stood there proud as Fog Horn Leg Horn and said. "Arah, I thought are asses were out!"
I was very exhausted and a drink was the answer. All I could do was look upside my cousin head and reply in sarcasm. "Aarah..I knew that! When we first got on the plane!"
My brother looked over at me when we first got on the plane because I looked as if I saw death. I was trying not to show how I really felt. I didn't want to scare my brother. It was his first time flying.
But let me explain this bad feeling that I had. The night before I had a dream I was in a horrible plane crash. I didn't want to jinx myself by telling anyone. When the three of us walked into that 727, it was the same kind of plane that I'd seen myself burn alive in the night before. "Oh Shit," I thought when we took our seat in the back of the plane under my breath I said, "This is the same SON-OF-A-BITCH, I died in last night... FUCK ME!"
When I looked down the plane's aisle, there was a blue curtain pulled half back. Revealing the cockpit, the pilot sat stiff, and his arm just hung down. The dash board of the plane was lite up with dials, lights, and thing-a-ma-jigs. I started praying, because I knew, it would take God almighty to save me from sure death.
As we headed toward the runway, I heard the stewardess say, "I hate flights like this! Did you see the pilot?" I saw a pilot in the lounge and his face was flushed like he was high. So when I look down the aisle of the plane and saw a long white drunk arm that matched the pilot with the drunk flushed face.
I raised up in my seat and leaned over it and said, "What the hell do you mean! You don't like flights like this?"
"Oh dear,it isn't anything to worry about." A lying ass stewardess said.
"The hell you say!" I said. I know a drunk arm when I see one!
"Oh, Sonny Faye calm down! My brother said. He knew I was getting ready to act a stone fool.. Then as we approached the runway the plane stopped, and the pilot said. "We have a ten minute flight holding pattern before we can take off...there is heavy air traffic."
I looked left at my brother and to the right at my cousin. I placed one foot, and then the other foot, in the airplane seats and stood up. "RIGHT! AND I HAVE TEN MINUTES TO SAVE MY DAMN LIFE! Let me off this piece of shit, right the hell NOW!!!"
My brother started to cry with his old ass.. He favored a black Abraham Lincoln wearing an black and white Adidas outfit. My brother look so pitiful at me when he said, "Will you please stop! I think I'm gonna have a heart attack." His voice was cracking as he held his forehead.
I decided to sit down, but before I sat down, I had this to say, "You all better get my damn ass to Chicago safe and sound, or I'm gonna kill somebody!" I'm glade there wasn't any Air Marshall's on the plane back then, they would have cracked my neck. And I heard my mother's voice say "Sit Your Ass Down!" So I sat down and prayed for three hours.
Well, I got to Chicago safe and sound, but that was the roughest air plane ride I'd ever been on, in all my life. That plane shook, dipped, and rattled, and the engine sound like it was losing power. I was cold, and my knuckles were white from fear. I was so happy when we landed on solid ground. Now as the three of us walked through the parking lot. I looked up at my cousin with his big chest all poked out. He played it off, but I knew his draws were sticky. Hell, I knew mine were! My cousin never said much through the flight. He stood there proud as Fog Horn Leg Horn and said. "Arah, I thought are asses were out!"
I was very exhausted and a drink was the answer. All I could do was look upside my cousin head and reply in sarcasm. "Aarah..I knew that! When we first got on the plane!"
Saturday, January 22, 2011
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Friday, January 21, 2011
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Tuesday, January 4, 2011
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