I pretended to be asleep with my face smashed into the window for and hour and a half to avoid the woman sitting next to me talking about her divorce and probing discussions about breast health. Spontaneous combustion is not only an acceptable way to supply sufficient distractions but also is quicker and supplies zero knots in your back. Mid fake-sleep i fell into a lucid dream and this is all i remember, “GIVING! I love Christmas! BAOAOAP INFLATE SLIDE. Get in my Stomach GINGER ALE/acid spit!” “FOR BEING SO NICE, THAT MAN” And then someone burst into flames. But then on the next plane I help a monk who didn’t speak english with his earphones and tv so they bumped me up to first class, so that was cool. I was 20 at the time so i hope that if Istared at the champagne long enough it would appear in my mouth magically. Felix where you at?