Wilbuz,
I bow my head in shame as I try to remember the events of that night. The smell of booze and rank funk still permiate the depth of my computer room. These reminders only bring back flashes.... something about wet wool, then the koolaid party and 24 hours of Greatful Dead music with jello on an overhead projector.
I vaugly recall that while tripping into the 9th level of the Devine Comidy and sludging through the muck... A hugh beast demanding me to endure a few flights in, of all horrors..... A p38. Much wailing and knashing of teeth was endured as this pitiful excuse for a plane limped throught the air. The putrified stench from the soaked floorboards waffered through the cockpit as I realized this was akak's plane, on a lend/lease program to Lucifer so as to tourture any lost soul.
