From Ondal's Greatest Hits anthology:

March 17, 2002

Prison bitch

i'm off to prison in 6 hours or so. I was wondering if i should bring this guy something like magazines, food, cigarettes...I bet he would appreciate a copy of Black Tail...i'm sure it's just one big wankfest in the joint...that's a shame. I've decided that i am going to approach the visit not as one of sympathy, but of just doing my job. I don't want him to see me looking like i feel sorry for him or some shit...that shit doesn't fly...damn, should i even go to sleep? what if i don't wake up? remember the time I overslept and missed my flight to SF? I woke up like right about the time my plane was taking off...you should've seen me running down the sidewalk with my hair unkempt, holding luggage with underwear hanging out the sides, and my tie flapping in the wind as I yelled, "wait, come back, you forgot me...." and as the plane flies off into the horizon, I drop to my knees and hold my hands out to the heavens and let out a thundering, "Nooooo!!!!!" (I'd like to thank the Academy...)

Then i go to the airport anyway and hop on the next flight two hours later, free of charge. How anticlimactic. But it was still shitty -- we all know how that weekend turned out. And on the way back I almost get blown up by terrorists. My flight was SF to NY. Date: 9/10 - i almost didn't make it...whew.

anyway, i don't want to miss my flight. bye.

posted by peter kang at 2:48 AM