>live an hour and a half NW of DFW in the middle of no where on a lake
>just me and the dogs
>commercial airliners begin their descent over the lake in bound to Dallas
>Usually around 20 to 25 thousand feet, give or take by the time they pass over.
>get flight radar 24/7 on my phone
>see where they are coming from
>make of plane
>how long they’ve been in the air
>Monday mornings there is a handful of big bodies coming in from Asia
>I guess for de pressurization they get down to 15000 usually.
>Was fucking this girl outside my trailer at about midnight a few months back
>had her bent over and across the seat of my Harley
>smacking the shit out of her ass
>hear one flying over
>From the direction and altitude I could tell he was coming from Los Angeles/San Francisco to Dallas
>”LA to Dallas.. San Fran maybe.. 737”
>said it aloud as I pounded away
>she said “wh-what!?”
>sudden feeling of loneliness in my head
>thought to myself “I can’t let you in bitch”.