“Your attention please, last call for passenger Ori Ronen, your flight is about to leave! Please report your ass to gate five! Thank you”

The next story you all gonna hear is about a cute lovely stoner that’s standing right here
Yes yes yes, we start off in May, after six days in Vegas I was back in L.A.
My flight was at lunch and my morning was fuzzy, but I’ve been steady enough to be there on time
AA32! I’m not shouting at you, it’s just the number of my flight and I’ll better be on it too
Success! I was there! Sitting on my chair, biting some Pringles, licking my fingers
From the west to the east I got to JFK, my favorite President indeed although he’s not mine

But who the hell cares, I’m in New York City baby! One more bus and I see my lady
Just kidding, it’s rubbish, there is no lady! It’s my sister and her husband, his startup and their baby
The day after my sister drove to Washington D.C., of course I came along, on the road! Where I love to be
Her name is Reut by the way, just for you to know

I read a book on the floor and we walked by the White House at night, like Jenny and Forrest, it feels so right
This is America, when you’re there you feel it, it feels like a movie and you are in it
I met Kaitlin my friend from Woodstock, yea I was at Woodstock
Two years before this trip, you should hear that story too, you’ll flip

Thank you D.C. it was very adorable but now it’s my time to explore the big apple
Fresh legs and a bottle of water in my hand, took the 42 street shuttle to some territory of the UN
Man what a waste of time, I couldn’t believe I went there
I moved on inspired by Vivian Maier
You know Vivian Maier? She’s a very good photographer you should google her!
On Saturday we had a ball, chillin’ good feelin’ on a rooftop with a pool we drank too much alcohol
Three loaded grownups walking around Manhattan with baby, all sweat and buckled, ahh crazy
Greenwich Village, we found a flea market on the street and I bought a cool necklace and a book from 1967
From there I went to the City Winery, I got my ticket for the tonight show so I’ll be back there again
It was Jorma Kaukonen from the Jefferson Airplane man
Now a brilliant idea came in my mind, lead my Volunteers vinyl to the lady there: “Make sure Jorma will sign”, and he did! It surly felt great, watchin’ his concert with a signature vinyl on my lap

I spread my eyes into the big jungle and faith, life was like a box of chocolates
You never know what you’re gonna get, Forrest Gump said that

Well it’s Sunday now and we sat in the Village one last time, Washington Square Park, piano man is playing in the dark
I split for a while and I was walking to Bleecker Street and MacDougal, folk scene old venues but now it’s all with color
No worries, it was happy June afternoon after all, as long as Jack wishes him not to fall
Now how funny is that, Israel day in the middle of Central Park, Brooklyn Jews and Rasta man carrying the flag, hey that’s my country scooping in the sack! I said that

Since I had no other place to go I just went back to 271 West 47th Street
And it was still Sunday, well more like Sunday evening
Baby’s playin’ on the floor, Reut is making dinner with her husband
I’m on my laptop just going through my emails, let’s have a look on my boarding time, I’ll write down the details
I’m looking at the screen and my nose almost touches it, don’t forget I’m from Israel
The second day of the week there is Monday, but this week it’s a new month, so June the 2nd is Sunday?
This is the part when I say: “Oooh”, but if I wasn’t a folk stoner it was like: “Oh oh!”
Reut turns to me and say: “Ori? Is everything ok?”
I’m like: “My flight was today”
Three, two, one and my hysteria is on, I gotta do something! Faster the better, ah quickly, come on, yalla, let’s go, oh shit my brain is swirling like a freakin’ twister
Lucky for me, before the whole thing is a total blowout, I got Reut and her husband, they will help me out! My idea is to run to the airport and tell em’ I was late, her husband says: “You know what, I think it’s too late”
Reut was like: “Ok just take the phone and listen to me closely, this is what you’re going to say”
“British Airways, how can I help you”?
“Hi! My name is Ori, I’m 25 years old, this is my first time in America”, that’s what I was told
“I’ve been saving for this trip for so many months, I was in the army three years and now I’m just livin’ my life! I couchsurfed, I ate McDonalds and my flight was today, oh this is the reason that I called you guys, shit I forgot to say? Hi! My name is Ori I’m 25 bla bla bla”
Reut grabbed the phone from me and started to talk
“Yea show em’ big sis, you got my back!”
“Would you shut up Ori, I’m trying to listen”
“Ah… sorry I just wanna… well you know, oh nothing”
Eventually, we were on the phone with British Airways for two hours or more, I was nervous, I wanted to soar!
On the other side of the line was a woman named Jasmin
An angel that appears, a flower from the horizon
She said she has a son, same age as mine
And you know what, he’s also fuckin’ up, but he still ‘Walk the Line’
She arranged me a new flight and I paid 70 bucks only
I jumped like a Kangaroo and kissed the floor slowly!!!
Hee haw! I’m going home guys

So remember folks, next time when you’re gone for a long trip and you not quite deep
Check out your diary once in a while, ‘cus you never know who you need to dial
And next time you’re in the USA
Don’t forget!

Your flight could be today