I kept having dreams
Of pioneers and pirate ships and bob Dylan
People wrapped up in the things that will kill them
Of open seas and ways of life we've forgotten.
And on the worst days, when it feels like black waves, 10,000 tons
I slept with my passport, one eye on the back door, so I could always run.
I could get up, shower, and in half an hour I'd be gone.
That's what happened for a week before I moved and after the accident.
It left Kyle and Cartman in the hospital.
And i was afraid it would happen to me.
And by the roadside, with my thumb out, a car pulls up.
Kyle's dad is driving.
As we pull off, towards the airport, we don't say a word.
And those buildings, were identical.
XXX
And now I'm here in an airplane with a crying baby next to me. I just had to get away from all those people and the sight of Kyle in the hospital. So I'm off to London now, London because I pulled the name out of a hat. Literally. The mom of the baby gives me an apologetic smile, and I give a quick smile back to acknowledge it. I might as well start practicing being polite since I'm going to the place where people are almost too polite, England. "Would you like something to drink, sir?" I jump at the sudden voice from the flight attendant. "No thanks" I reply. I busy myself with the cheap iPad I got from some website. It took a while to erase it, but it works at least. I put on some random movie and change it. And change the movie again. And again. I eventually end up giving up and listening to music. I sit there for 30 minutes before I get bored. Must be a record. The flight attendant comes by again and I order a soda and some crappy soup thing. I finally mange to fall asleep after an hour.