Not From A Drone. Was suspended in the air, in a strange city during a cold day in Alaska. This crane was taking us up-and-down like a po-go stick. The turbulence of the ride had my brain shaking like a California tremor. I thought I was going to die when the sounds of nuts and bolts unscrewing above ricochet through the cabin, deeper and faster. All I could do was breathe, but there was no air, only the sound of impending doom...
10/19/2019, 6:16:45 AM