Dark Skies Ahead...

So there I was.

Riding in the car on my way to the Jacksonville Airport and watching pitch black skies settle just on top of the runways with sporadic bolts of lightning dancing just across the horizon.

Pouring down rain.  Dark skies ahead.

At the time I had a mild buzz and was trying to keep in good spirits, wondering what lied ahead of me a few hundred miles south in the caribbean.

Puerto Rico.

I hadn't slept a wink the night before- perhaps my biggest problem in life.  Yeah, despite all the vices I've got in my life a good bender of insomnia has always been my worst enemy.  Don't get me wrong.  When times are tought, the skies are dark, and the cave is cooking... well, I've been know to log in a solid twelve hours of sleep with ease. But this... this was tough. A new beginning with no answers, no expectations and no idea of what the hell I was going to do. 

Dark skies ahead, and there I go.  I slap my brother a five goodbye and I'm off into the airport.

I check my luggage, one bag, and realize I'm early enough to throw down a beer and enjoy the last of the Jacksonville feel.

One beer down, good cold tall draft of the lady, and then I'm off to security.

Security, let's just say I was a bit rusty.  I believe now I've got the fucker down pat and know the routine back and forth.  But then... gum wrappers, lighters, belt buckle- it all sets the sirens off and next thing I know I'm in that plastic booth with air blowing around me like some science fiction movie.

Then I'm off, down the runway and on the plane.

Still, dark skies ahead.        

         

Not that I don't trust your instincts guys... (Except that Dirty Hippie Trevor) but click on August above to get the early stories.  Esta bien?

Sorry.  It''s just not that easy for everyone to make the paddle out sometimes.