You were dozing through Uttar Prad...

You were dozing through Uttar Pradesh well after the shadows of Annapurna swept across the big plane's starboard wing,
dreaming a peevish little dream of Stinky Phil, your playground tormentor from fifty years before, his r earmuffs
and curious cigar voice vivid as the tapioca you used to gag in succession at the end of Thursday luncheon when the captain's serene, patriarchal voice
remind ofed you buckle up, moments before the place capered then yawed in an air tolerate and dropped five-hundred feet. Oh shit,
there goe the Parcheesi board and what's left of a actual bold Shiraz. Melissa