its tough to divine his sense of tacky

                                       he had it bucco   aplenty

he thought it was his before he made his trip acrossaroundazigzag America on a motorcycle during Namduring his avoiding the draft until he determined if he wanted to fight in a war that was not existentialthat he saw it as not existential was a strong hint he wasnt going to war

his parents were freaked out

                               You can’t walk away from this thing until you’re good and ready.

I can an I am They come knockin you let them know for me Ill get in touch with them when I return   if I return

They’ll throw you in jai . .

. . Then every American boy ought to tell the government to suck their dickthey cant imprison every eighteenyear old from here on outprisons bursting at the seams with young men who say No

                                                                           No

Seems you’re pretty well decided, son.

Seems I am but since Ive never been out in the world on my own time to kick a few cans a few rocks an see if theres anything hiding there I might have missed

                                              Seems like the common sense you raised me to have

so riding took him to many unsavory places filthy gas station bathrooms  rooms let one bathroom per floor sharing with

unusually dirty people which was to say they were the most colourful characters he ever ran across in his lifethough he wouldnt turn his back on them  they were raw   technicoloured

he missed the top of toilet tanks top of urinals

                                                  he missed the nicotine stains cigarette scorches the decipherable undecipherable marks which were brothers to the blackmarker graffiti scrawled on stall partitions and palegreen tiled splashbacks and walls the occasional ceilingsCHRIST too bad whomever did that didnt use their ambition in some other manner

he missed the cigarettes butts clogging the urinal catchestheir rollickinrubbinrollin the soaked disintegrating cigarettes flicked into toilets

he missed the eyeball at the gloryholes the whinyplaintive voices from the other side  guess it didnt hurt to try

he never had to hurt anyone

those experiences and visuals only heightened his sense of tacky  rarifying it 

his wife said My, aren’t you THE connoisseur.

he smiled warmlyhappily at her derisiondislike he didnt hide anything from hershe knew exactly what she was getting now if she thought she could change him that was her mistake not his theirs tastes differed she never had to spend any time in a gymroom a mens lockerroom  fuckin pigs

                                                           Cant con a sewer baby It knows exactly the lay of the land an the kind of clowns that inhabit it

she spoke through an exaggerated grimace Don’t call me baby, baby.

                                                                     made him laugh  I love ya

2ish 1400ish,  Sunday,  22  8. 21

1156,  Day-between-Two-Ts,  25  8. 21

Billy Joel  Uptown Girl  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-0Oect0nVQ & We Didn’t Start the Fire  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqkjYKUXERQ