Journal #3: In Medias Res

The two men laughed as they stumbled along the thin strip, tipping dangerously every now and then as they drank all of their family troubles away, stumbling forward. Their names were Eric and Phillip, two friends who met in their very first class of middle school. They were rather extreme and daring people, willing to fight anyone who insulted them and weren't afraid of doing anything. One would say that they were daredevils. Eric pulled out another tin container filled with the airline-made martini while Phillip sung out loud and clear a song that the two long time friends had learned in middle school. The plane handlers and mechanics below the plane wing yelled at the to get down, slightly angry yet extremely scared for the two friends' well beings.