It was back at the beginning of the Airbumba AH days,as a worldly happy go lucky, a change the world kinda flier. After some numbing happy herb tea, I was going to span the AH world as a humanitarian, dropping supplies to all who needed them, regardless of their country affiliation.
I loaded up my goon, smiling and singing that Coca Cola song..."If I could teach the world to sing...", I headed off on my Taoistic mission of world happiness.
The flight was uneventfull, then I seen way off in the distant my first needy people, they flew red planes, they were pretty planes. So I wave and try to raise them on the radio so I can tell them the cheer I had brung.....then....outta nowhere.....they started shooting at me. "Stop" I cried out, " i'm here to help y...". BOOOM
So, there must have been a misunderstanding. So I went back. Again and again...losing a little piece of my happy self on each deadly flight. The anger started to build as the 'happy tea' wore off, so instead of another tea, i went for that bottle of cheap scotch....and a B-17 to carpet bomb thos Fu**ing little pissants!!!....and I'VE BEEN DRINKING AND BOMBING EVER SINCE!!! Screw the Coke song, ta he11 with them bastiges!!!! HOLD HANDS YA FREAKIN COLA DRINKIN HIPPIES, IN A CIRCLE SO I'S CAN BOMB YA!!! CRAP, now I"M PISSED OFF!!!! GOTTA GO BLOW SOMETHIN UP!!!!Then maybe I'll play the game....hehe.
...and that's how AH relates to my life experiences.
