All good stories need a really good beginning. A plateau for their story to leap from, to achieve new literary heights of intrigue and interest. This story will have none of these things.
It begins on a plane, next to a Ukranian couple who keep nuzzling each other. It´s weird. Im at the very front of the plane, or as far forward as one can be when one is in the economy section. I briefly glance back and see a look of worry on the faces of the other passengers. I´m not a mind reader, but I think I know what is on their mind, for it is on my mind as well. I manage to get the flight attendants attention, and ask the question that I believe is on everyones mind, but in as polite a tone as one can. "Are there going to be any motherf---ing snakes on this motherf---ing plane?" I ask. SHe just smiles her patronising smile and shakes her head. This is going to be a long flight I think unhappily...
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I am not going to lie, its a little sad when its says " 0 cared" at the end of your blog. I am sure someone out there cares...someone....maybe...well...Anyways, I myself was very very very busy at work procrastinating and wandering through facebook when I stumbled upon your blog, and Matt...I care. *laugh* It made me laugh...and well thats funny.
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