lazarus

A long time ago... at an Airport far, far away...the names and locations are changed to protect the guilty.

After the dark ages of my professional life, I left the glamour, high pay, and adulation of pretty girls(ok, I exagerate) hung up my uniform, and entered the glamourous, high paying, chick magnetizing (allright allready, I'm exagerating. Especially about the high pay, glamour and girls...) world of civil aviation. Much to my dismay; rather than wearing a slick uniform ...

We get a blog,too! How sweet is that. I'd better use it then. But not so much today, though this morning is a good subject, the decline of the ability to reason, and understand simple english in the clear. Which relates directly to not making a long entry. I'm trying to type with one hand in a cast, and 3 fingers on the other mitt taped together, and a head full of percocets or something-great stuff. I could pull out all my teeth right now and not feel a thing! I'd drawn one of the young sprogs-lets ...