Take away everything a man holds dear, and what you are left with is an unstoppable monster with nothing to live for.

Okay, I will say it now. I hate fucking moving. I'm in the middle of Butt-Fuck nowhere, and my father spends his nights at the local pub. I still haven't found a job yet, and i'm considering moving back. I don't want to give up so easily, but this is bullshit.

The plane trip up here was okay. I had a really Aussie pilot from Melbourne to Brisbane. He said "The flight time is about 2 hours, but if we punch it and run a few red lights, i reckon we can make it in an hour forty." thought that was fun. And then I took a small shit plane from Brisbane to a small airport. I sat next to this girl, Sarah. Beautiful girl, brown hair, nice tits. She was really afraid of flying though. I was speaking to myself in Russian, and I noticed she was upset, so I asked her in a russian accent if she was okay.

I spent my time just talking to her, distracting her from the flying, and I said "If the great Stalin wanted us to fly, he would hand out plane ticket with vodka". That made her laugh. I guess she fell for my wit, and after an hour of talking I said "I am actually afraid of flying too, so I fake russian accents to make myself seem less afraid. In Soviet Russia, no one is afraid of anything.". There was a bit of kissing and I got her number, and she lives an hour away, so not so bad. Can't wait to get my license, the road to Sarah's house has no real speed limit, and my Dad's care hits 180km/h. I guess that's it for me, I have been your Angel for this evening.