B. C. Straight

Excatly from my journal book:

“Flushing toilet on airplane is probably the high lights of my flight. I love it. After I do my business, usually #1, never number two, don’t know why, maybe it’s just to high, no gravity pull, but that is jst my theory. Back to what I was saying: After business is done, I’d push flush. It takes a seconds for it to react, between these seconds, its like the loghes time, I felt like ite was longer than the flight in itself. Anyway, while those seconds were ticking you life away, here’s the kewl: is it going to flush, oh my gosh, what have I done, then the prayers. God its only my, you know, I promise, actually, you saw me, I didn’t throw anything that the sign with a red slide in the circle not to throw. Please Please. Please. Then the kick. Like out of no where, all of a sudden, your whole body felt like you are being suck down along with your (you know). After another second pass, you found yourself holding on to whatever you could get your had on to. In my case, the very toilet paper that I use to flush because I am afraid of other people’s germ(s). Then you find yourself again, only this time you are breathing and catching yourself muble; God, ah! A couple of more breathes, then the next thing you know. There’s a line building outside, those people were probably cursing me. Here’s the catch, right after the hazzard geeing out and now getting in, you’ll have to kick some poeple out of the way cuz your seat is by the window. God knows why, but now you want another drink of water.”

Sorry that I kept switching from first person to second person..and miss spell and stuff..its cuz I want to make it real. Oh, one part is not real..I won’t mention it..but its in the begining..