the Plantation Airpark welcome committee comes bounding
out after we flew down the taxiway at speed to dismount
and give rest to the barkers amidst a flurry of family
clutching chill'ren near the hanger...all in good
fun then right...?...
but I see through the wide grins on display by the
two nutters nearby, as this picture will most likely
be posted to to INTERpol in no time at all...a smarter
man than I would have seen through the lads' attempt
to run rough shot over my my stellular reputation
as I will be now seen cavorting with such wreckless
characters...the wire alert will no doubt say something
to the extent of:
The wanted three miscreants pictured above have
at least 150 years of jailhouse visitations coming
to them, as well as 150 tickets amongst them, if not
150 miles of complete and unabashed story telling
to be told as they will nervously be awaiting the
next interrogator to administer the beatings to come.
I on the one hand will hold out long and hard and
promise not to speak a word of the stash in Lee's
plane's bulkhead, nor tell tale of the rum running
expiditions of Wade in the dead of night with nary
a light on...
only fair then idn't it..