Two jets just flew over head, I'm inside so I couldn't make out what they are.
Jet propulsion was the sound that shook the house I'm hanging out in.
funny...I'm from one of the last generations who were terrorized institutionally by nuclear holocaust films in the class room.
Scares the shit out of me to this day not knowing if it's a friendly jet...a crashing jet...a errant Patriot missile...or a targeted ordinance.
DANM! Ain't public school a bitch?
The paddled me every few days, dosed me with Ritalin, told me the world could end at any time and bussed me into the only part of town that black folks were tolerated.
I like that I grew up in the black schools, I feel fortunate that it's a foundation of the culture I have become. The crummy part is that you have to get up early to catch the school bus that goes to the other side of the tracks awwwwwwww!
When I get freaked out by jets I always hope that my kids are with me so I can comfort them if the worst does come to pass...the rest of the time I just pray for them.
The other thing that comes to mind when jets roll over is that if it is the end...I had a HELL OF A GOOD RUN!
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