I’m posting this blurb even though I’m not physically able to do it at this moment. Props to Tumblr.
At this time (a very specific one) I’m strapped to a few tons of metal, ready to blast of into infinity. My girlfriends probably shedding some tears and my mom is probably already worried sick. My grandmas praying and some good friends are keeping me on their minds. Landon is in Alaska, Jon is in Iowa, the love of my life is in California, Dan is in the Chi, and Matt is probably still in bed. The President is at his desk, the Farmer at his plough, and Nelson Mandela is probably getting mistaken for Morgan Freedman. Costa Rica is in Central America, Brea and St. Charles are not. There’s oil in the oceans and there’s still a big war on TV.
Am I scared? Hell no.
Every fiber of the earth is exactly where its supposed to be.
I’m here. So this must be it.
“To fasten your seat belts, insert the metal buckle…..”
King of the Air:
I dare you.