Chapter 5I never been in an airplane before, and it woulda been a whole lot better if I wasn’t drinking at all or else I was high as a kite, but the stage I was in, somewhere in between, was the worst place to be. By the time we landed in Denver to change planes, I barely made it to the men’s room before blowing my paunch again.
They feed you plates of chicken s**t and sell beer on the big planes, but a little redheaded stewardess give me a smile when I ordered a brew and put a coke on my tray. Poor thing didn’t know that wouldn’t help my hangover none. Anyway, we was in Albuquerque in no time. I didn’t know how to get to Santa Fe from here. I remember Bart saying there wasn’t no airplane that took you up there, but I didn’t have to worry about it, because when I came charging down the lo
