The One Where Cowboy Caleb F87ks Up And Wallows In Self-Pity
As I sat in a daze, after tripping over my own feet in the washroom, an awareness that I was being a weakling surfaced through the alcohol-induced veil caused by me glugging down too many beers, too fast in the first class lounge of Guangzhou’s Baiyun airport in an attempt to restrain the bubbles of fear that were rising up from my stomache to my the back of my throat because of issues at work.
Getting half-drunk while waiting to board a plane!!! How frigging pathetic is that?!! I’ll give myself a rockstar scale of stupidity!
So all throughout the flight, I had to keep repeating this mantra to myself “control, control, control ” as I struggled to stop myself from speaking too loudly, scolding my fellow passengers for imagined grievences and probably once or twice (I could have imagined this) – from groping those meat puppets that Singapore Airlines have so wantonly sexualized without any consideration for half-drunk members of the male species with little or no self-control.
It didn’t help that the in-flight movie I picked was the 80’s influenced stuntman-lukeiamyourfather-druginfluenced-tresureyourfriends movie, Hot Rod. My head got filled with even more crazy ideas until an SIA meat puppet poured some love on it coffee for me.
Everybody stay away from me, I am just so f8ked up right now.
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