Dude

Coming up on hour 12 on the plane. It's noon in Kabul and it seems my body didn't get the message we were leaving. So here I sit. About now you begin to think the trip may never end. This must be what purgatory is like. Just suspended in some kind tube with a bunch of other red-eyed and groggy travellers.
The guy next to me is a kid from Oklahoma that works for a military contractor in Afghanistan. He told me that and went to sleep. Works for me. Sadly he wakes up just long enough to share some of the stinkiest damn farts ever. The kind that leave a mark. I have had to vacate a couple of times.
Dude, nasty.

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