That plane was so dope...there were so many Huskers...they were sipping cocktails...the cabin was filled with the stench of pure gage tea leaved marihuana.
I was on mushrooms at the time.
Bleak madness streaked across the lovely narcissistic narcotic american dawn as we touched down in L.A.
There were huskers on that motherfucking plane, and I loved every god blessed second of that ride and decent into the madness that is the city of motherfucking Angels.
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