the long scare beneath his left eye was completely hideous, i noticed it when i was in the terminal waiting to take my seat to the big flight to new york! he bumped into me and asked me for some change and i could pretty much taste the onion and garlic on his breath... yuck!!! everytime he would talk, i would squint my eyes as if i were cutting onions my self and knew i would tear up if i didn't move... he was a little immature because of his like of commen sense on knowing how to put the seatbelt on for take off, after it was demonstrated a few times... his credentials were whack!!!
i remember asking the most stubborn lady how to find my way to commerce street so i could get home... i could tell her vestible wasn't around this area, even tho i didn't know where i was myself! but all i would get back was no response, then she started to blame me for killin her cat then setting it in her lap while she was sleeping, lol! but all i could do was argue with this lady and tell her she's crazy, then outta no where headlights flashed at me and i caught my self runnin faster and faster trying to get away from the chase that i was having to endure, i don't know what i was running for but a sense of guilt was what told me to run and kept me going, the farther i ran the longer the alley would be and the closer the headlights were at my back... chills were furiously sturring around my body like if there was no where for them to set... then i woke up so i guess i'm cool.......
