he looked around the concourse at the milling people as he sat near the gate where his flight home disembarked

he had a couple of hours to kill 

which was never a problem or trouble for him

he was a time assassin

                         he killed itbludgeoned it with books stabbed and slashed it to death with pen to paper

he was without peer

his peerlessnesshowever  was finally being challenged

he was in Phoenix

military jet fighters screeamed across runways and into the wild blue yonder why jets were scrambling across Arizona was beyond him scores had screeamed into the air he couldnt help but wonder what that costed the taxpayer like the presidents golf games at Mar-a-Lago as if DC or Virginia didnt have courses just pissing money away  

he was in Phoenix Arizona where a vast enclave of old white people existed

paranoia existed

looking around the concourse it seemed to him he was the only one who was challenged or irritated by the PAby the wooo wooo wooo howling from ceiling speakers blaring Your attention, please. Your attention, please. The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo 

                                                      the droll monotonous alarm was accompanied by small flashing bright white lights nears the speakers up and down the entire concourse

Your attention, please. Your attention, please. The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo Your attention, please. Your attention, please. The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo  Your attention, please. Your attention, please. The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo  Your attention, please. Your attention, please. The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo

he was a baby boomer  pre-September 11

he remembered how airports were

however these milling peoplethese bus riders seemed willing and readily accepted post-9/11 They despise our way of life. We werent going to let them change it.  

                                     Ahh  enhanced interrorgation had funneled its way into the mainstream  it seemed to enjoy its aerobics and gymnasticsseemed to relish itself in Phoenix  

                                                                          Your attention. please. Your attention, please. 

The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo  Your attention. please. Your attention, please. 

The alarm you are hearing is being investigated. Wooo wooo wooo  

                                                                      Aah  looking closer he saw that most everyone pulling their luggage on castersweaving between each othercutting one another off were wearing earbuds and vying with the crowd in an alternate reality 

he half-hoped a bomb would detonate

itd take a bomb to grab their attention

theres more than one way to kill time

1916,  Twosday,  21  5. 19

Little Walter  BOOM BOOM Out go the Lights  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XagQ3owbBEM

at the airport near the concourse bar a scruffylooking cat in a black tshirt a size too small implied Look at me! Look at me! and of course  tatted

                               aint nobody unless youre wearing ink or colour 

he figured the human body had minimal space why clutter a billboard whatever the message was they were trying to impart was bound to become disorienting or obscured although perfect camouflage for a graffiti tagged alleyway

the cat wore distressed black jeans thighs and calves grayed  since when did guys buy distressed jeans 

his jeans were stressed by wearing and age 

for some reason his top of his right thigh went split

and his crotch gave out 

                         which never bothered him if he was walking around  or upright  if seated he usually sat up at the bar  it was a conciliation he made with the unknowing public so they wouldnt have to catch or gaze at his coloured underwear between his legs

when visiting family he made no conciliation 

                                                Hell widdem    

if he had to put up with their tyranny

hed dole out some of his own

Grampa.

Yes sweetheart

I can see your underwear.

Arent you happy Im wearing underwear

shed roll her eyes and walking away she yelled  Mom! I can see Grampa’s underwear!

Don’t look.

his daughter always had his back

sometime Twosday, 21  5. 19

Dean Martin  You’re Nobody Until Somebody Loves You  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DIAEAVKcKrs

The Pretender! hur inexplicably he found that he was to sit in First Class

he was not first class material

he supposed that was the only way he would ever find himself there  otherwise according to Blue Bloods he might have only found himself there if they stepped in him and unaware had tracked him onto the aircraft sticking to the sole of their foot – which sounded right to him – Blue Bloods would never step in shit with both boots  the boots others are supposed to pull themselves up by

   sigh  his criticism of Blue Bloods was unjust 

what he meant was

                      the hoity-toity the wealthy the businessmen padding accounts and feeling every-bit-worthy of their preeminent preening and passage those who looked down their noses at people who had the misfortune and misery of not being born into money

as they walked past him -- he never sat with a leg crossed over his knee  but how else would they see he was wearing flipflops – they sneered 

                         sneering is a natural wealthy affectation  rather  they practise it as children before a mirror until theyve perfected it it becomes second-nature 

                                                           Really 

he thought hard about it  he couldnt remember the last time he sneered at anything or anyone

they were practised and predisposed

also he couldnt pull off the long look down his nose  itd been broken three times in fights  and the wealthy have other people to fight for them

so he sat ridiculous in First Class  

he made a point of greetingsmiling like an ass at all the other First Classers they may have wondered how did the chaff get mixed in with the grainhe certainly didnt belong nor did he long to belong his smiles were encouraged by his thinking that he was the proto-ergot the lysergic acid precursor to their 36,000feet of altitudeattitude lysergic acid diethylamide trip flight  tripping their fancy flight or flights of fancy

he knew what he would say if he were asked how he ended up in First Class Like yourself I put my pants on one leg at a time

sometime Twosday,  21  5. 19 

The Platters  The Great Pretender  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=f2t21IMMSbU