Because The Plane Crashed

"Do you like women?"
"Yip."
"Do you like women as people?"
"Yes, I mean uh... I don't see um... apart from... in the realms of pathology
how one could feel otherwise. Um, the biological needed dependency to know
women is ? basic... There are, there are, I've met men who don't like women,
but they seem to be extreme cases. I think you can like women in um... without,
without being a model of um ?... without feeling a great pressure ?..."

the words of a poem she wrote
on the promise of faraway towns
came clearer today and would not go away
as the wheels lifted off of the ground

"Friday... one forty four a.m."
"...you know if you got a personal problem with me...I just ?... I, 'Cause I don't
have those problems. I can't relate to them. I feel bad for them, I don't, I don't
have any...? you understand?..."
"Friday... one forty five a.m."
"Hey it's me... I'm in route...? I'm at Bubba's place and he wants me to call, bye."