1.7.22


Yah it was midmorning Sowha it was unlikely hed ever find himself in his folks old neighbourhood again
                                                                                                              the first thing he saw as he walked into a corner tavern was a decrepit old man seated at a table by himself before him was a halfbottle of rye a shotglass turned upsidedown and a nearlydrained glass stein it looked warm a ruinous head stretched down inside it like cobwebs 
                                          he looked sedate like a snakenecked crane before it struck

he would make a point to sit facing the door the old man occupying half of his vision

at the bar he ordered a neat double Redbreast a pint of Guinness paid what was duetipped then walking off grabbed the back a worn wood armchair and dragged it to a table without any chairs around it
                                                                                          nobody lookedsaid a word as he dragged it across the sawdusted wood floor


men sitting at the bar three across loudly animatedly argued the Supreme Court

two were of a mind that it needed to be expanded it had been illegally comprised Two wrongs they barked would finally make a right. 
                     the third was busting his britches tickled to the tits at its composition About fuckin’ time!A Bout fuckin’ time!
              he repeated himself over the wrongs making a right
                                                                   

halfway through his Guinness sipping Irish he saw the old man shake a wee bit like a fart exited but he wasnt able to lift his leg to make it sound 
                             it was the first he saw him move the three goons yammered louder repeating themselves

the old crane stabbed he blewhe BELLOWED 
                                                  Fuckin idiots woudya shaddup! Ya donneed expand the fuckin’ courtNO. as he yelled he gestured with his armselbows bentwrists not coming above them they moved like they were brokemoved like he was being manipulated by a lousy marionettist Awhell NO! Ya empty it like filthy pool water, lose the turds then refill the goddamn thing. he concluded snapping his wrists at the floor

That would work he mused

2257,  Thursday,  30  6. 22

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