I just love flying. I’m sitting on a Delta flight…absolutely the best airline still in business (facetious gun is set to stun right now), headed for the east coast for a week. Family reunion, Atlanta friends visit, and NYC to master the new BW & the BW’s record (respectively in that order). I’m sitting close to a really sweet gentleman with what sounds like Black Lung coming from his mouth every 5 seconds (this is joyous), without any interference from a hand or hanky to block his shit from traveling 130mph into my left nostril. Why do people find Japanese people odd for walking around with the michael jackson mask on when they feel a little under the weather? Its actually fucking polite to worry about getting others sick, whereas here in America, ironically in the First “Class” cabin, there couldn’t be less of it. I’m not sure how this next week is gonna pan out, being that I have black lung and all now, but I mean it when I say this… The new record is damn good. Gonna play it for my friends in ATL-NYC and get that good-ol’ narcissistic feeling deep within my gut again. Yes!!!! Butch