Post by letham on Jul 13, 2008 22:19:33 GMT -6
The lobbies are crowded, last minute travelers are laying motionless in their seats; either the 2am time has put them to bed pre-flight, or maybe it was just the bar to the right that's just about ready to close up shop. It's been a chilly summer night under the illuminated skies in NYC, but those skies are less visible when under the roof of JFK airport. 2:07am is the departure time, but it doesn't look as if many of the passengers are conscious enough to know.
There's a scrappy character in the corner with his eyes stuck in a Junot Diaz masterpiece and his ears filled with the sounds of hypnotizing instrumentals from hip hops latest underground sensations.
His eyes come out of their glossy daze and he rises from his seat and puts his book away. With only a back pack to throw over his shoulder, the bearded fellow with hair close to falling around his chin adjusts his thing hooded sweatshirt with thin black and white stripes and makes his way to the entry door on the other side of the seating area.
Others awaken from their slumber and follow his lead. The door opens and the stewardess leads the group through the tunnel and onto the plane. While walking, the unshaven fellow looks to be whispering to himself over the sounds of the melodies in his ears.
Goodbye NYC. It's been a heck of a ride. But the fun's only beginning. XCW is waiting for me. Glory is waiting for me. With only this plane ride in my way, I could almost smell the packed houses and roaring crowds.
The young man stops and takes a deep breath, just before the people behind him start to wail about the abrupt halt. He apologizes sincerely with the wave of his hand and continues to catch the woman opening the plane door.
After finding his seat, window view, he tosses his bag on the adjacent chair and looks out the window. After only a brief few minutes of cautionary advice from the airline staff, the pilot announces that takeoff will begin in just a short while.
The young man uncovers a teal green slim fit t-shirt after removing the sweatshirt that was beginning to make him a little too warm. He throws it aside and watches the dark world outside the window. The plane begins to move and make way to take-off.
I wonder whats in store? Fresh meat is headed their way. I've probably already got a target on my back. A young gun looking to score big...
The plane gets in position and speeds off down the runway.
...But what does that matter. When have I ever needed an ally. I've had friends that never stood their ground, never kept their word. It's all tough and strong and badass until you're confronted with your words. Besides this bag, that's all I got, is my word. My word that I'll never trust anyone, my word that I'll never bagstab anyone, my word that I will be a force...
The plane lifts from the ground. The young man holds his breath for a moment, and then lets it out slowly. His eyes have never left the sights of the NYC night, a sight he won't see for a while.
...my word that Letham won't stand down. I've never stepped away from that, nor do I look ahead and see myself not standing up to who I am. Letham is who I am. Letham is who I will always be.
The plane reaches it's peak elevation and levels off. The pilot speaks over the intercom.
We will be arriving in Dallas, TX in 6 hours and 32 minutes. Thank you for flying with us and enjoy your trip.
SNW, I'll see you in the morning.
Letham continues to stare outside the window as the camera zooms out and blackens.
END
There's a scrappy character in the corner with his eyes stuck in a Junot Diaz masterpiece and his ears filled with the sounds of hypnotizing instrumentals from hip hops latest underground sensations.
His eyes come out of their glossy daze and he rises from his seat and puts his book away. With only a back pack to throw over his shoulder, the bearded fellow with hair close to falling around his chin adjusts his thing hooded sweatshirt with thin black and white stripes and makes his way to the entry door on the other side of the seating area.
Others awaken from their slumber and follow his lead. The door opens and the stewardess leads the group through the tunnel and onto the plane. While walking, the unshaven fellow looks to be whispering to himself over the sounds of the melodies in his ears.
Goodbye NYC. It's been a heck of a ride. But the fun's only beginning. XCW is waiting for me. Glory is waiting for me. With only this plane ride in my way, I could almost smell the packed houses and roaring crowds.
The young man stops and takes a deep breath, just before the people behind him start to wail about the abrupt halt. He apologizes sincerely with the wave of his hand and continues to catch the woman opening the plane door.
After finding his seat, window view, he tosses his bag on the adjacent chair and looks out the window. After only a brief few minutes of cautionary advice from the airline staff, the pilot announces that takeoff will begin in just a short while.
The young man uncovers a teal green slim fit t-shirt after removing the sweatshirt that was beginning to make him a little too warm. He throws it aside and watches the dark world outside the window. The plane begins to move and make way to take-off.
I wonder whats in store? Fresh meat is headed their way. I've probably already got a target on my back. A young gun looking to score big...
The plane gets in position and speeds off down the runway.
...But what does that matter. When have I ever needed an ally. I've had friends that never stood their ground, never kept their word. It's all tough and strong and badass until you're confronted with your words. Besides this bag, that's all I got, is my word. My word that I'll never trust anyone, my word that I'll never bagstab anyone, my word that I will be a force...
The plane lifts from the ground. The young man holds his breath for a moment, and then lets it out slowly. His eyes have never left the sights of the NYC night, a sight he won't see for a while.
...my word that Letham won't stand down. I've never stepped away from that, nor do I look ahead and see myself not standing up to who I am. Letham is who I am. Letham is who I will always be.
The plane reaches it's peak elevation and levels off. The pilot speaks over the intercom.
We will be arriving in Dallas, TX in 6 hours and 32 minutes. Thank you for flying with us and enjoy your trip.
SNW, I'll see you in the morning.
Letham continues to stare outside the window as the camera zooms out and blackens.
END