If I was what Sheldon wanted me to be, or even what he thought I could be… This is what I’d do; I’d come in high above whatever western water. I’d close my eyes and I’d roll over on my back at twenty or twenty-five thousand feet. I’d perform an angular dive towards the bright lights of Burnaby. I’d deal with the Gs, jink left and in a heartbeat I’d pull prone to come in straight and true maybe sixty feet above those big homes near the lake. Thirty feet now and I’d wail over McMansions inland. “Howl Tony, like a TIE fighter” he’d whisper. And I would. Past the old Telus building at Boundary, setting off every car alarm up Kingsway. “Scream East”, he’d urge. Taking into account my speed, he’d (and he’d be specific here) want me to bust the sound barrier only AFTER the intersection at Joyce. This would shatter glass in all of any of the fish joints and the laundromats or the stores and the bars or and especially the dump we used to live in. He’d laugh that maniacal laff of his, and he wouldn’t have to tell me to pull up and roll away. We’d both be a million miles gone before the fuckin’ cops showed up.