Although I was sober in this particular story. It’s just got to be shared.
Before I begin I’m sure most of you know what the Monopoly man looks like. If you don’t, Google it.
So, I’m making a connecting flight in I don’t even know where I was I think it was Texas. No I was In L.A. on my way to Texas to take my flight to San Juan.
So I’m wandering around the gate area by these vending machines. Except they weren’t filled with food. They had iPhones, iPods, Shirts… “BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE”, I’m just not listing it.

I was though, fully tripping out. They finally announce us to start boarding and as i turn to wait for my seat section to be called I see before my eyes. A Cowboy version of the monopoly man. I’m dying laughing in my head as i the corners of my mouth quiver trying not to let my dramatic laugh that eventually ends up in a heave I might add.. Well what I’m getting at is when I laugh the world stops. Kind of. The only thought in my head was, “I bet anything.. I get to sit next to him.” Before I go on, This is a true story so don’t doubt the next events you are about to read.. And if you already do, click the widdle red X in the corner and remain calm.

  My section is finally up. He’s right in front of me. I look down to his boots and up to his shiny head. I kind of lean to the right to take another look at the stache. Hah. Oh man, I see him sit down and look at my seat number and up at the letters on his row.
A B C 23.
Another glance at my ticket, my eyes widen.
Seat B
Row: 23

    You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. I put my pack pack in front of me and said “Excuse me sir I’m seat B” That sounds funny in a robotic voice out loud.Blah blah blah. The flight takes off and I start hearing a strange sniffling sound. I direct my eyes to my left trying to see without turning my head if it was Monopoly sheriff man. It was,  of course. After ten minutes of the scruffling of his stache I concluded the following:
This man’s bull-horned mustache was clearly tickling his nose. Hahahaha, my conclusion must in fact be stated with the finger pointer in an upright position(like the literally crumby trays of this plane). I again was trying not to laugh. The lady in the seat beside me and mistah monopoly smelt weird too, I wondered if it was because they were older and they get like a musk. I rather gag myself with flowers then smell aged (In an unlike wine sense). It’s a horrible thing to say, but I’m not taking it back.  

    I decide trying to sleep is the best thing for me to do and do and take my mind off of everything else. Luckily for me everything else kept me distracted which in turn lead me to write this. I started working on this drawing of a figure holding a boombox when I hear this obnoxious snore. It was hilarious. It was the lady beside me son. I knew that because I saw them in line boarding the plane in front of us. I started to see the Innocent glances from around the flight trying to take a peak at the bear snores. Some however did not find the sound as amusing as I did. I see notice his mother get kind of an embarrassed look on her face but, I’m sure she figured the only way to stop him from snoring was to embarrass him by waking him up and informing him that his snore is disrupting the sky. Haha. It was so loud too. So loud that God himself would in fact plug his ears with the very clouds I passed. That’s if There really is a God of course. Which is a total different story and definitely not a comedy.