This book is dedicated to Wilbur and Orville Wright, without whom air sickness would still be just a dream.
I knew I'd chosen the wrong airline when I noticed the sick bag had the Lord's Prayer on it.
Flying is awful, there's nothing to do when you're up in the air. I bloat up, my skin gets dry, and when we hit turbulence, I'm terrified.
I'd take a Bromo, but I can't stand the noise.
I called my pilot 2 weeks before I flew and asked him, I don't want to get sick, what should I eat? He said, Peanut Butter. I said, If I eat peanut butter then I won't get sick? He said, no, but it tastes the same comin' up as it does goin' down.
I don't eat anything on an airplane.
After about 30 minutes I puked all over my airplane. I said to my self, "Man, you made a big mistake."
When 'Center Stage' first came out, I had some little girls on an airplane who didn't want to actually talk to me but wanted to talk about me at the top of their lungs. And they took pictures of me while I was sleep. And you know what's the worst part? I get really, really airsick.
