Was there was a nurse, doctor or EMT on the flight?
Two white men (strangers) talked about rifles, revolvers, scopes.
One had 75 firearms.
The other had 43.
They compared acreage, garage space, annual income.
One passed out on my shoulder.
The other pressed his face against the window, searched for stars.
A single dad.
Four months out of the year.
Tattoos of demons.
Speed metal blazing through headphones.
Bloody Mary mixer.
White powder sprinkled over bloodied vomit.
Ten rows up.