Leaving on a jet plane don’t know when I’ll be back again.

Bout to get on a plane for only the second time in my life. Pretty stoked. 41 years old and I’ve only been on one plane, a one way trip to Boise Idaho. Until today. I hope I get a window seat. That would be legit. My ticket is for whatever seat is available so we’ll have to wait and see. Regardless I’m excited. I barely remember my last flight but I remember the take off being kinda cool. I’m going back to Colorado for a minute. Got something I need to take care of. Really hope I can just slide on through. I’m digging Oregon. It’s the place to be at least for me and I feel like I should have probably came here a lot sooner. But better late then never. Right? So anyways I’m sitting here about to figure out what it is I gotta do in order to get the rest of the way to the airport and I realized exactly what a sheltered life I’ve lead. I mean sure, I’ve been homeless and hungry. And I’ve been to prison a few things which was definitely not a walk in the park. But it’s been an easy go at it. It definitely got dark a few times and there’s been moments where I was just like, what the fuck? But I still haven’t got to that point where I was just like you know what? Fuck it. These motherfuckers can suffer through this shit on their own. I’m out. I got close. Shit I’m close right now. But here I still stand. Head up. Shoulders back. No fucks given. But I sure have missed out on a lot of normal people shit. Not sure how I feel about that. I’m not even really sure what a normal person is. I just know what they do cause I seen some tv. Mostly while locked up.