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Captain Jack Michael Laurent is the name I here everyday, the phrase that begins the definition of my life. What are names, anyway? Who really cares what someone’s half drugged mother decided to name her child after the bloody thing came out. No matter what were called in this useless life, in the end were all the same damn thing, dead. Oh my God! I swear one more of these days where people continue to herd right in front of the gate I need to get to, I am going to go crazy. You would think that after 15 years in the Air force, the government would be able to give me some sort of pension other than a good job medal. Anything of value would be better than that, just so I wouldn’t have been forced to fly planes all day and night to pay the bills. Maybe if I wasn’t so busy flying around these self righteous people who think they deserve the best just cause they paid $200 to see their family; I would have been able to spend more time with Molly, before she decided to go out and find another guy to – ATTENTION: Gate A2 is boarding. Now excuse me folks, I have a plane to catch, Hope you have a wonderful experience flying Delta! God If it was up to me I would just push them out of my way, but – Excuse me Captain Laurent may I see your itinerary information before you begin for boarding preparation. Really, a Jew is flying on my plane, curls and all; wow glad to know that’s what “God” does for you buddy. Captain? Oh sorry, yes ma’m here you are. Thank you, Have a great flight! Ugh finally past all those people, now I can look forward to coasting for 3 hrs in what is a 5 by 5 cubicle with my homosexual co-pilot Ricardo talking about his recent love interests. Great, just what I was looking forward to. ALL SYSTEMS GO: Flight 3367 is ready for take off. As a kid the thought of being a pilot seemed so exciting and intriguing, but this is not what I expected. I hate sitting on the runway waiting for the 6 other planes ahead of me to go, just because one stupid pilot took his dandy little time in landing holding up all the planes on the strip. It reminds me of the times when I would get home from a two or three day flight, so excited to see Molly. Just to find out that she left a not happening to schedule a hair appointment, or jut had to go to the super market right when I told her I was to be home. I can’t believe it has been three years since I found out about it, and I still can’t stop thinking about her. I mean, I guess I deserv- Captain Laurent you ready? We can move now, don’t be scared. Yeah. Does he think he’s funny or something? Honestly I wish he would just shut up already. You know Captain Jack your looking frustrated can I help in anyway? God, these gay people what was in the governments head when they decided to let them into the work force, it’s almost as bad not having anything to show for pissing away 15 years of my life with them. No Ricardo, you can’t do anything. At least we are in the air now; it’s better than sitting in a random hotel room waiting for my next flight. Why does my life always feel like I am in slow motion? Everything I seem to do is about waiting, waiting to get out of the air force, waiting for Molly to come home, waiting for people to move in the terminal, waiting on the strip, waiting to die. It feels like every day my life is filled with moments to think, yet there is never anything worth thinking about. Why are my thoughts always filled with struggles and pain and views that I formed from past experiences? Why is it that I can’t love? Even when I had love, I never knew how to love? I wish I knew what love is? Captain Jack? Yes, Ricardo? The auxiliary light is blinking, what do you think is wrong? I’m not sure probably just a miscommunication between engines, not a big deal it will fix itself. Wait the second light just flashed on that means… the engine is failing. Ok no need to panic; we still have one more engine Ricardo. Should we inform the passengers Jack? Nah lets just see what happens. Ok I guess I’ll keep an eye on the engine lights to make sure nothing else goes on. Great just what I needed to add to my list, waiting on the engine, it will probably fail me too just like my wife. Umm Jack the third light is on. And pressure is dropping fast. Are you serious? Is there anything else we can do? No. It’s over; we have to tell the crew and passengers. God is this like a joke or something? Are you punishing me for calling them self-righteous? Or maybe this is just my punishment, maybe my wait is over? ATTENTION: This is you pilot speaking Captain Jack Laurent we are experiencing engine failure and the plane we will begin to lose altitude shortly. Am I really saying this right now? Please put your air masks on and prepare for impact? I regret to inform you that there is nothing else we can do. You might want to say your last prayers. God is this really it, this is not what I wanted to wait for. Are you there? What do I do? That Jewish guy he knew you, he did everything for you down to his clothes and hair. Is that what you want my appearance? God you must be real, I can’t even think right now? The plane is going to crash and I am going to die. What am I saying there is nothing left, no God, nothing. What if I am wrong, what if God is real? God show me who you are? I am sorry.

CONTROL CENTER: ARE YOU THERE? CAPTAIN LAURENT?

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