5/21

I haven't flown often in my life. I just happen to have a job now that requires me to cruise the friendly skies a half-dozen times a year. I was on a jet yesterday.

Now, having NOT been in a plane for about seven years, I came under the misconception that I could fall from a plane whose fuselage rips apart and survive.

Not so. When I was at 22,000 feet and could still see the earth below, I realized why everyone dies in a plane crash. It's pretty fucking high up there, and a long way to fall.

Just a realization, and an observation.