there is an entire soccer team on our flight from London to Czech Republic and we are not sure from where but i like their red outfits and youthful faces and shaved heads and tan skin a lot and the one seated next to me must have a cold because he keeps snorting this black powdery substance up his nose from something plastic, it smells like tar and medicine and it must loosen everything up inside of his face because the next time i look over he is shooting snot from his left nostril into the puke bag and at first out of my peripheral vision i thought he was getting a sandwich out of a blue paper bag but i was wrong and am grateful i didn’t catch the action mid spew and hand him a tissue. the plane lands and we haven’t slept and are ready to take on the universe He-Man style, starting with a cup of coffee.