Mom is sad cause I went to Denver alone. I’m sad because I’m surrounded by screaming kids. The boy in front of me is screaming, I want to watch a movie. I want to punch him but I won’t cause mom says never punch kids on a plane cause there’s nowhere to run. We’re two hours from Denver and I think the screaming boy’s father is gay, but he doesn’t know it yet. I have to sneeze and buckle my seatbelt. This is gonna be a long flight. Ta ta.