So, anyway, I flew here from Flagstaff because my manager doesn't own a globe. I flew here on a plane that big, like a pack of gum with eight people in it. Just we took off from the Flagstaff Airport Hair Care and Tire Center there. We're traveling at half the speed of smell. We got passed by a kite. There was a goose behind us, and the pilot was going, go around. We get halfway to Phoenix. We gotta go back.

It's a nine minute flight. Can't pull it off with this equipment. We had some engine trouble. We lost some oil pressure in one of the engines, and they told us about it over the speaker system of the plane, which which was stupid because they could've just went, hey. We lost some oil pressure. Heard you. It was weird. Everybody on the plane was nervous, but I've been drinking since lunch, and I was like, take it down.

I don't care. You ever had one of those days? It's something hard. I don't wanna limp away from this wreck. The guy sitting next to me is losing his mind. Apparently, he had a lot to live for. He goes, hey, man. Hey, man. If one of these engines fails, how far will the other one take us? All the way to the scene of the crash, which is pretty handy because that's where we're headed. I bet we beat the paramedics there by a half hour.