Twelve hours to go before I'm delivered by taxi to DFW. I'd say there are butterflies in my stomach but they're in my chest, toes, elbows and back of my neck. Seems a whole colony of caterpillars cocooned in me over Christmas and now they're bugging the hell out of me with their wings and bright colors and whatnot. I know exactly who to blame this on and oh do they have it coming.
Phoenix, prepare for arrival. I'm tearing some shit up when the wheels come down.
Phoenix, prepare for arrival. I'm tearing some shit up when the wheels come down.